STORM2K

I was in class, a teacher walked in and whispered something to my teacher who then started crying. Then she told the class what had happened and about an hour later we were all sent home. Then I stayed by the tv for days with my mother watching America mourn the loss of our President. I was just a small child but remember it vividly and feeling so sorry for Jackie and her two small children.

I was a Twinkle in my daddy's eye!!

I was in school also and the news spread rapidly and classes were suspended then I went home to watch all what happened.

I was only about 4 years old, but I remember seeing the horse-drawn wagon pulling the casket. That's one of my earliest memories in my life.

GulfBreezer wrote:I was a Twinkle in my daddy's eye!!

I wasn't even close to being a twinkle......

Wasn't born yet

I remember it vividly. We watched everything that came on the TV. I was only 7 but it is something I will never forget...

Born in '68. I was in a neonatal ICU when MLK was assassinated.

i was in 3ed grade. i will never forget , i got off the school bus and a neighbor down the street was coming down the road crying shouting kenndy has been killed. i ran home crying ( not really knowing what i was crying about) i do remember school being closed and we were off school, jwhich made me happy. i remember on tv seeing the kids and feeling so sorry for them. it was a big thing and all the adult were crying i thought they would never stop.

I was 3 years old

I was in second grade watching the motorcade on television my teacher had turned on for that purpose. It was a shock to see Kennedy shot and we all immediately started crying, knowing that it was a tragedy. It seems like it just happened yesterday, not 40 years ago today.

10 months old in Anderson, IN (where I was born) when JFK was assassinated. Even though my family is Republican...my Dad (an Anderson native) went to hear the then future President speak at a campaign stop there in the city (was either in the late '50s or early '60s) and took a pic of Kennedy...as far I know the pic is still around somewhere among other photos that we've had over the decades.

Eric

I was 8 when JFK was shot. I was in school and clearly remember the instant our school/Church's Pastor came on over the PA. He said something like: "Children, school is dismissed early today. We just learned President Kennedy has been shot. You are to go straight home and not stop anywhere." We all got our books and homework, put on our coats and began the walk home. I was walking with a large group of neighborhood kids. We were all muttering outloud how sad it was that someone would actually shoot our President. And this was President Kennedy too - a much beloved President. I walked in the door to see my mom sobbing, ironing and watching the TV. All at the same time. She hugged me tight. She always ironed when upset - sounds odd huh, but that's my Mom. She would slam that iron down on the ironing board and boy I remember her doing it that day. We watched TV for days. Everyone was so quiet, so very sad (very similar to how you all felt on September 11th and the days following that tragic day). No one was smiling, no one was playing. Everything in this country just seemed to stop. And I mean stop. I saw Ruby shoot Oswald and my mom was sobbing again, hand over mouth, muttering - oh what is this world coming to? We watched Jackie in her blood stained dress, we watched her march with the children, watched John John salute his dad's coffin. All of it. And remember, I was only 8 but when you witness all the adults around you brought to their knees, sobbing, and sighing constantly, you just never forget any of it. And to this day I have never forgotten what those 4 days felt like. As soon as Semptember 11th happened, I said to my mom - it's the same as when President Kennedy was shot. She agreed. Both times our country came to a halt, no one was going about their normal routines, if they were , they were doing it with such utter sadness. Both times this country pulled together as ONE. Just the way I feel.

Mary

Neither my stepdad or myself had been born yet, my mom was about 7 months old and my dad was about 13......

Not born yet!

I was not even a thought then. lol.

Probably in my crib - I was a year and 4 months old.

It's strange for me to know that I was born in the 1960's (1962), and with the Kennedy and Martin Luther King assasinations and all of the protests and such, I was probably blissfully unaware of them all.

Stephanie.... yes alot happened in the 60's.. While I was too young to remember JFK , I do remember when Bobby Kennedy was shot and my parents talking about that.

I remember my folks (I was 6 at the time of both MLK and RFK's assassinations)...anyway of them telling me about riots going on in the heavily -populated African American suburbs in the Cincinnati area and elsewhere around the country. We lived in Cincy at the time. Quite a turbulent time indeed during that decade both nationally and internationally.

Eric

I was born 4,986 days (13.66 years) later. Yes, that is including the 4 February 29th's.