It was 3 p.m. on this November 22, 1963. I was daydreaming of my party to come that evening to celebrate my 12th birthday. I was hoping that Wendy Briggs would show a little interest in me, truth be told I had a giant crush on her. Quite unexpectedly Mr. Gillies, our school principal entered the room and beckoned Mr. Weaver to step outside. We heard gasps; we knew something was very wrong.