Yeah, it's true, I was only three...but I was a very precocious three year old. Dad took me to visit the Texas School Book Depository one late November day, cuz I loved books. He brought along his sniper rifle that he had just bought at a gun show from a fifteen year old Wayne LaPierre, who was raising money for the band at his high school back in Virginia. He pulled out the rifle and let me practice looking through the scope at a manhole cover down on Dealey Plaza. He left to go buy us some fluoridated Coca-Cola so we could put a tooth in it and watch the tooth dissolve and...well....I started fiddling with the trigger...just as the motorcade came by and.... well, there ya have it. I felt really bad about it...but fortunately my dad had been in the USAF in New Mexico in 1947 as a young airman, he had given CPR to a dying alien...so they owed us a favor. We were teleported out and some stooge name Lee...something...was teleported in our place.
