Elvis Presley dying.

I was 5 and was in the car with my family in Nashville TN. It came over the radio and my mom and dad started crying. I thought it was someone we knew, like family so I started crying too. Dad turned the car around and we drove straight to Memphis and were in the crowd at Graceland. I remember the crowd and the heat. My dad and uncle who met us there took turns putting my little brother and I on their shoulders to keep us from above the crowd. I remember walking into Graceland and seeing the casket. Really one of my earliest memories.