On March 30, 1981, I was in second grade, and at the beginning of the class, there was an announcement that the president of the united states has just been shot. It was very shocking, and I wondered what president was, and what it is to be shot.
There was much discussion among my schoolmates, and a mystery about who shot the president. Then one student shouted, "Aaron did it! Aaron shot the president!" All accusing eyes were on me, and I was under the judgement of a unanimous vote of murder.
Soon after, however, an investigation uncovered that it was John W. Hinkley, Jr. who shot the president outside of the Hilton hotel in Washington DC, and not me, an 8 year old kid 350 miles away after all. The case against me was retracted, and I was aquitted on all charges, but never again was I above suspicion for anything.
I was unable to attend the funeral.
