I remember being sick to my stomach riding my bike to my public school after my mom told me the news that Bobby Kennedy had been shot dead the night before.
His death was 45 years ago today.
I was only 11 years old. It was the first time I realized that the world was a scary place.
I get the same feeling in the pit of my stomach often these days.
I want to be 11 again.
The day before Bobby Kennedy died.