Who else remembers that day? I was 8 years old. It was a sad, confusing, frightening day.

[CatWoman]

There was supposed to be a homecoming parade and my dad loaded us up in the car so we could go downtown to watch it.

When we got there everything was at a standstill. Everyone was crying. All of these young black people bawling their eyes out. I couldn't comprehend. I had no idea what was happening.

After a while we went home. I still didn't know what was going on. We had one of those old black and white tvs, but for some reason, no one wanted to watch tv. Normally it was on almost all day long. But that day no one wanted to watch.

Later that night we all gathered on the front porch and my dad explained it all to us. He kept saying the president was "killed in ambush". Me, not knowing any better, thought he was killed in the bushes.

I'll never forget that day. And how much my parents, my sisters and their teenaged friends grieved.

[Lifelong Protester]

1. It was very frightening as an 8 year old

to see adults around me crying so much. I will never forget being 'glued to the tube' for four days, including the shooting of Oswald on live TV.

[Blue_In_AK]

2. It was our homecoming, too.

They had considered canceling the game, but decided to go ahead. The band didn't play at halftime.

[Historic NY]

3. Yes it was..

[appleannie1]

4. I was getting ready to go to the doctor's office for my 6 week checkup after the birth of my first

child. I had on a black skirt and light green blouse when the 83 year old man from the upstairs apartment came running down the steps yelling to turn on my TV and pounded on my door. I let him in and turned it on. We waited in silence holding hands and crying for word from the hospital. When it came we hugged each other and then I put my baby in his stroller and walked to the doctor. I was crying and the people in the waiting room looked at me like I was nuts or something. I told them why and the nurse went in the back and came out with a radio and turned it on. Within a minute everyone was crying. It was a day that is branded in my memory.

[cry baby]

5. I remember. I was 6 yrs old and in 1st grade.

We were all called to the cafeteria where the announcement was made. I remember teachers sobbing and hugging each other. That made me sad.

My mother was at the Texas Hotel in Ft Worth and shook his hand that very morning. She was a strong Kennedy supporter. I remember how upset she was that day...and for days after...but I really didn't understand what was happening.

[Oilwellian]

6. We were the same age, Cat

I was in Catholic school, sitting in class when our teacher, a nun, was called out to the hall, and when she came back into the classroom, she was sobbing. She told the class what happened and we were sent home for the rest of the day. The only other thing I remember was watching the funeral on TV. My parents were very protective and I don't think I was cognitive enough to really understand what was happening.

[Booster]

7. HowI remember that day.

I turned 21 on that fateful day in November, 1963. My best friend had taken me out to lunch to celebrate that special day in everyone's life when they officially become an adult. It was a great lunch and we laughed and acted totally silly like we always did. She drove me back to work and as I reached the door she yelled "the President's been shot". For the next 4 days I was glued to the TV as were most Americans. I watched Jack Ruby shoot Oswald, the first murder ever recorded on TV - we all saw it. The brave, beautiful and stoic Jacqueline as she walked behind the casket, the little moppet that was Caroline, and that tiny little boy saluting as the casket that held his Daddy rolled by. We lost a great man that day and we all lost a little of our souls.

In the 50 years since that day, not one birthday has gone by that I don't sit by myself at some point and just sob - not one

[curlyred]

8. I was seven

Watched it all on that old black and white TV.
Never forget.

[kestrel91316]

9. I was 6. I don't remember any emotions from that day - not mine,

not my sister's or my parents'.

I do remember how excited (in a bad way) the young man was who came running up to us to tell us what happened (we were on vacation in the Philippines while living in Japan).

So I was spared the trauma, I guess.

ETA: I do remember later being very sad for Caroline, who was my age.

[hfojvt]

10. I was only 6 when RFK got shot

I don't even remember that at the time, or MLK.

I do remember waiting at the airport with a large crowd to see RFK. Don't remember seeing him, but remember waiting at the airport.