The first world event that I lived though was when John F. Kennedy was shot. I was in fifth grade and I remember being in school and wondering if we would have to go to war.
I remember the cold way with Russia. My parents put food and water into the "fruit room" in the basement in case we had to go down there to get away from radiation if a nuclear bomb was dropped near us. That was during the time I was in grade school. I wasn't really scared because I didn't think it would happen.
I remember when Mt. St. Helens volcano erupted. It was around 1980. Sunday morning. I went down to Albertson's to get groceries. When I came out of the store there were huge strange clouds in the sky, blotting out the sun. I went home and called my Mother. I asked her what she had done the night before because I thought we were seeing the end of the world. She laughed and told me to turn on the radio or tv. The volcano had erupted.
I remember seeing the Beetles on the Ed Sullivan show. They were great. (1963?)
I don't think any of these events impacted my life.
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