March 30, 1981. I was 9. The whole family was at one of the townhomes we owned, painting it and getting it ready for a new tenant. My dad's favorite paint color: antique white. The radio was playing, and when we heard the news that Reagan had been shot, I started crying. I was scared. Do you remember what you were doing when you heard the news about Reagan?
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
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