I was 5. I don't remember the shooting, but I remember watching the funeral. I remember the horse with the boots backward in the strirrups and all the people walking behind him. I think I remember Jon Jon saluting and my mom crying about it, but it's such an iconic moment that I may just remember all the pictures of it.

My dad worked in downtown Dallas, and they had watched the motorcade from the parking garage roof. About the time they got back to their desks, someone came running in yelling that the president had been shot.

I drove under the triple underpass for years going to court and didn't realize that's what it was until I took some guests to the Fifth Floor Museum and saw a picture of it.

The officer Oswald killed was a childhood friend of my mom's.