I was in 2nd grade sitting at my desk when the Principal announced that the President had been assassinated in Dallas. Mom was home and Dad was at work. I'm not considered "quite old"
yet
I was in second grade as well, Sister Rosalia came into the classroom and said that "Some thing bad has
happened.", and promptly escorted the entire second grade (along with the rest of the school) into the church for a Rosary. Being a nimrod second grader, I thought,"Cool, we got out out of our Friday spelling test!" Alas, we had the test Monday.
Mom was a registered nurse at the hospital, Dad was working.
I do remember watching the Casket being returned to Andrews AFB on the old black and white TV with
Cronkite on. I remember Dad was ticked that the NFL canceled football that weekend.
I tell you, it was seared, seared into my memory
and I definitely am not old.