My Dad didn't think too highly of JFK.
It was the end of gym class. Our instructor, a former Marine, made us fall in & announced that the President had been shot. Then the assistant coach said from across the gym, “the President is dead!”.
We boys thought this meant war with Russia and that the school buses were going to ship us to boot camp.
When I got home the TV was wall-to-wall live coverage. It was my fifteenth birthday.
Soon afterward I heard the first calls for national gun control, and that hasn’t stopped ever since.