I was twenty-six years old and living in midtown when Dr.Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated. I remember how Memphis was very segregated back in the 60's. I didn't go to school with anyone in the opposite race until I graduated from central high school. My daughter and I both agreed that it was more fun back then to be a teenager because of how strict everything became after the assassination. I worked at UT in the biochemistry building, just five minutes away from the motel King was shot at, with many others who were from New York and Philadelphia and other places up north and many of them were much more liberal than the native Memphians here. My boss and a few of my fellow colleague decided to march with Dr.King the day before he was shot. I would of, but my work schedule did not allow me to. I remember I was getting married shortly after his assassination, and because of it I had to re-schedule things drastically. A curfew was set in Memphis after the assassination that interfered with my guests arriving and leaving from my wedding, so I had to change it from 8pm to 2pm to allow everyone to be able to head back home afterwards if they lived out of town.