The Day I lost My Hero
Today is the day, November 22, 1963, the day I finally get to see my hero, John F. Kennedy, and his wife Jackie. My mom had promised me that she would take me to witness him pass in the parade as soon as she finished the dishes. I peeled back my blinds to reveal a perfect day in Texas; the sun was shining and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. I leaped out of my bed and went straight to my closet. I want the president to see me in my very best clothes. I slipped my very boldest plaid shirt over my head and shimmered into my slim trousers. I crept to the bathroom careful not to wake my 16 year old sister, Linda. Once in the bathroom I looked in the mirror and admired myself; my hair was going to need some major help. I slicked back my hair and made my way down the stairs. Between the time of me getting ready and fixing hair Linda had found her regular spot on the couch. “Why do you look so happy?” Linda moaned, “it’s hurting my eyes.” “As a matter of fact Linda,” I stated, “I’m going to Dealey Plaza to see our president.” “Your man crush you mean?” She laughed. “You’re such a nerd.” “At least I’m smart!” I retorted while I slipped my shoes on. “Linda, James quite being mean to each other!” My mom yelled from her room.
Linda mumbled, “way to go idiot.” My eyes practically rolled …show more content…
My mom offered to pull over but I politely declined because nothing was stopping me from seeing John F. Kennedy. For the next 30 minutes I spent my time listening to the sound of the cadillac wheels against the hard road with my eyes glued shut. My head spun with possibilities of what could happen today. Would I meet the president and his wife? Would he wave at me and invite me into his parade float? Would Jackie wink at me? Would he not even notice me? The last thought pondered in my head until we arrived at our destination; we parked at a store nearby. It was 11:45, the parade had
Today is the day, November 22, 1963, the day I finally get to see my hero, John F. Kennedy, and his wife Jackie. My mom had promised me that she would take me to witness him pass in the parade as soon as she finished the dishes. I peeled back my blinds to reveal a perfect day in Texas; the sun was shining and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. I leaped out of my bed and went straight to my closet. I want the president to see me in my very best clothes. I slipped my very boldest plaid shirt over my head and shimmered into my slim trousers. I crept to the bathroom careful not to wake my 16 year old sister, Linda. Once in the bathroom I looked in the mirror and admired myself; my hair was going to need some major help. I slicked back my hair and made my way down the stairs. Between the time of me getting ready and fixing hair Linda had found her regular spot on the couch. “Why do you look so happy?” Linda moaned, “it’s hurting my eyes.” “As a matter of fact Linda,” I stated, “I’m going to Dealey Plaza to see our president.” “Your man crush you mean?” She laughed. “You’re such a nerd.” “At least I’m smart!” I retorted while I slipped my shoes on. “Linda, James quite being mean to each other!” My mom yelled from her room.
Linda mumbled, “way to go idiot.” My eyes practically rolled …show more content…
My mom offered to pull over but I politely declined because nothing was stopping me from seeing John F. Kennedy. For the next 30 minutes I spent my time listening to the sound of the cadillac wheels against the hard road with my eyes glued shut. My head spun with possibilities of what could happen today. Would I meet the president and his wife? Would he wave at me and invite me into his parade float? Would Jackie wink at me? Would he not even notice me? The last thought pondered in my head until we arrived at our destination; we parked at a store nearby. It was 11:45, the parade had