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The fact that it hasn't been mentioned in here is a good indicator of the age group. For those of us who are three days older than dirt...... can you remember what you were doing, saying, standing, sitting, going, who you were with, anything else. I was a recently turned 17 year old senior in High School. I remember everything about that day like it was just a few days ago. It was the end of my childhood and the beginning of my adulthood. R.I.P Mr. President

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    I was in the third grade. There was a knock at the classroom door and someone told the teacher.
    She told the class (with tears in her eyes) and we where dismissed from school for the day.
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    My experience was the same as Thom's.I was 9 years old and I was wondering why all the grown ups were crying.
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  • Profile picture of the author Patrician
    This day 48 years ago completely shattered me and changed my life.

    It was the day I realized there is a 'shadow government' (in so many words, something we can't see that is in control and is very evil). I never trusted the system after that - and I was just a kid.

    Guess it is too late to start now.

    It is a pity I was so right.

    Doesn't mean I don't love 'of the people for the people and by the people' - nice concept however idealistic (and not realistic today that anything like that is happening except just in so far as 'lip service' to keep us under control).
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      so the beatles would soon be in town

      yeah yeah yeah
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      • Profile picture of the author Paul Myers
        Yeah. I remember like it was yesterday. I was all of 5 years old, and got sent home early from kindergarten.

        It's the first time I remember my mother crying, and the only time I remember Walter Cronkite's voice breaking as he read the news. I'm honestly not sure which bothered me more.

        There were two days that year that really stuck with me. November 23rd is one. The other was August 28th. My Dad's 30th birthday, and the day Dr King gave his Dream Speech.

        If you live in the US, add Mahalia Jackson to your list of people to be thankful for.


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  • Profile picture of the author HeySal
    I was in 3rd grade as well. The announcement came over the PA and my teacher sat down very fast and hard. She looked shocked for a minute or two and just looked at us all, then she went into tears. We were sent home. We were a little young to really understand death - and politics. I could tell from watching the adults reactions that this man's death was an extremely monumental event.

    My family was watching on tv as Oswald was being led somewhere by cops with a crowd around. There was a man in the crowd with a gun and he shot Oswald. The camera caught it all, but for some reason, nobody reacted to that man with the gun before he shot. That never sat well with me even at that age. Finally, about the same time the shot was fired, someone finally yelled that "he's got a gun" - it took way too long for that cry to go up. I asked my mom why they would just watch him and not say anything. It was just too surreal to me. It still is.

    I never thought about politics again for a lot of years, but by the time I did, that event had changed my way of looking at events forever.
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    • Profile picture of the author Steven Wagenheim
      I was in first grade but sick that day and home from school watching "I Love
      Lucy" reruns.

      Suddenly, they broke into the show and that's when I found out.

      Honestly, I was too young at the time to realize what had just happened. But
      something about the whole day (I watched every moment of coverage) was
      almost unreal, even to me.

      As I got older and began to understand what I had witnessed, I realized that
      the world as I knew it as a little kid was gone.

      When Reagan was shot I said to myself, "Oh God, not again." We were due for
      the 20 year cycle. (I'm sure you all learned about that in history class)

      Thankfully, Reagan survived and we broke that cycle...finally.

      Today, I am 54 years old and as violent as our world may have seemed to us
      back then, it is nothing compared to the fear we live in today. At least
      that's the way I see it.

      Anyway, JFK...I never forgot. And when this time comes around, it always
      brings me back to a simpler time when events like these were shocking.

      Today? I wonder how shocked any of us would really be.
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