[petuniasevan]

I was at Grandma's house while Mom was at work.

I don't remember a thing about it; I was all of 3 months old.

[gcruse]

It was a sunny temperate day at the Naval Radio Station in
Northwest, Virigina. I was waxing my brand new Chevelle
Malibu Super Sport, the first Chevelle in that part of
the state. The radio was on and I heard them break into
the music with news of the shooting. As sailor friends of
mine left the barracks, they stopped at the car and a
group of us listened to the news. It was a shock. But
the mournful music got to be very tiring after a few days.
It was a relief to get on with life.

[Zaxis]

I was in my fourth grade class when the principal announced over the intercom that the President had been shot. A few minutes later the fourth and fifth grade classes were sent to the music room, the only room with a tv. I remember watching, and at some point turning around and in the back of the room I saw several teachers with tears streaming down their faces.