I was 11. My mom and my brother and I had recently returned to our home on the Naval base in Guantanamo Bay, Cuba after being evacuated when Kennedy and Khrushchev got in their little spat.
I was in class in our ole barracks building in GITMO when the announcement was made. A girl broke out screaming and sobbing. We were sent home and we gathered around our radios to get some information from the States.