Editor's note: This is an edited, updated version of a column written for the Standard-Examiner-owned, The Lakeside Review, 30 years ago, on the 20-year anniversary of President John Fitzgerald Kennedy's assassination. The author's memories are as poignant today, 50 years after the death of President Kennedy, as they were back then.-- "A law was made a distant moon ago there; July and August cannot be too hot. And there's a legal limit to the snow there. In Camelot." -- Alan Jay Lerner--As a child, I really thought I lived in "Camelot" that fanciful kingdom where people could live happily ever after, where even the weather defied cold reality.But the devastating news of a winter day in 1963 would cause me to begin looking at the world more thoughtfully, without rose-colored glasses.Fifty years have come and gone since the tragic day John F. Kennedy was assassinated, but what happened that November 22, remains forever linked in my heart to the loss of innocence and beginnings of awareness I experienced when the snot-nosed teenager I was just happened to be standing near an AP teletype machine in the "Salt Lake Tribune" newspaper office, as the news of Kennedy's death first hit the wires.