I was 15 and sitting in my World History class. My teacher had the TV on showing over and over what had happened. A normally noisy freshman class was dead silent watching the horror unfold repeatedly. I was too young and too much a teenager of that time to have been interested in politics, but the fact that I remember that moment, vividly, is obviously a testament to it being burned into my memory forever. Certain images like the car scene, Jackie Kennedy's pink suit blotched with her husband's blood and the shock and trauma of it all frozen on her grieving face, haunt me. The one that really continues to bring tears to my eyes is her two children standing beside their mother, no doubt barely comprehending the enormity of what had happened, while the toddler, John John, wearing his little coat, salutes his father's casket as it moved past. Wow! Just looked back at that image and realize now that both children were wearing a tiffany blue coat. There are no coincidences, right?