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I didn't understand why the news kept talking about orange juice. I was 12 and living in my bubble world.

I was in ninth grade. I was at someone else's house with a couple of friends. I had only left the UK a couple of years prior so I had no clue who he was. I also wondered how it was a police chase when they were simply following him slowly. Seemed more like a parade.

I was in 10th grade when the verdict came. The only time in 5 years of high school (13 grades in Ontario at the time) that the cafeteria was silent.

A few years later, I saw a white Bronco on the road with vanity plate "not OJ"

It was the last day of my third year of med school (the hard year) and we were all going to go to a bar and celebrate. When the chase came on all of my friends just sat down in the living room mesmerized. We never did make it to the bar.

It took so long for the wheels of justice to turn I was in an airport during my intern year on a recruiting trip for the verdict. The different reactions of people were interesting. You'd have thought everyone had a personal stake in the outcome.

I was just coming off of a 4 month morning sickness while preggers with my DD. I was awake while everyone else was asleep. I was craving something with flavor and felt I could finally hold something down besides orange hi-c. I made a grilled cheese sandwich with a bowl of tomato soup. Within 30 min of finishing my last bite, the excitement got to me and I ran to the bathroom just in time to projectile vomit all over the wall and floor, missing the toilet completely. My bathroom looked like its own murder scene with tomato soup.everywhere.

I was driving my 58 Chevy which had no radio or A/C

WH5: I started reading this and my warped mind went to:

I was driving my white Ford Bronco, with my buddy minding our own business when we were suddenly surrounded...

I know. The dangers of a twisted mind.

I was working and came home for lunch and saw it and the was surprised it was still going on later in the afternoon. It was so slow motion and seemed to just go on and on. I also thought, why don't they just speed up and pull him over?

I was home watching it. My Mom drove right by it. It wasn't too far from where I lived.

I was about 9 when it happened. I don't remember the actual "chase" but remember seeing replays and pictures in the newspaper.

It happened just after my Dad purchased a white Ford Bronco pretty much identical to OJs. For months after the OJ "chase", I remember going down the road and people screaming "OJJJJJJ" at us. Scared me to death.

Weird twist of fate, today I drive a 94 Bronco.

I don't remember.

We were at home watching it on TV. My H had to tape it.

I was still married to my WXH. I remember they broke into whatever we were watching to show the "chase."

I distinctly remember waking up the next morning with the ex and having a brief conversation about OJ. Mother ex was convinced (mind you, we hadn't gotten out of bed yet) that Simpson was dead. Oh, wouldn't that have been a whole different outcome.

Cat