Coping with the assassination of presidential candidates

When I was 11 my high school asked my friends and I, as a school assignment, to do a small play about anything we wanted.

We put together a small remake of the Assassination of the presidential candidate we saw on Tv, we used watered down ketchup for blood effects. We pretend-assassinated my friend Ricardo.

When I told my father about the play He said I should have picked something else, we should have done “a clown show or something”