I still remember Sister Elizabeth announcing it over the PA and hearing little girls scream all over the building.
That's horrible to learn about it that way. In our Southern Protestant Bible Belt public school, we saw our teachers talking with each other in the hallways, some crying, but didn't know a thing about it until we got home.
My takeaway was Walter Cronkite describing the black horse with the rider less boots turned backwards in the stirrups.
We had two horses on the farm, Brisket and Paint, so for me at that age, that was logical to focus on.
[John Dryden and Joshua Poole be damned]