I was 6 years old and in first grade. I remember Sister Grace Anita crying and telling us the President was killed. We went home early. When I got home, my Mom was crying and told me about the President.

In high school Chem class. I thought we'd be at war in the morning.

I was 20 and in Germany. I couldn't believe what I have heard but it was still on the TV (black/white). I went to my room and cried. Hours later I called home.

Was riding home on the NYC subway and had no contact with the outside world. When I walked into the store my mother/father owned. My father informed me that President Kennedy was shot. I remember saying, stop kidding around as he was a practical joker. The he said he was serious. I ran upstairs to our residence and turned on the television. Shortly therafter, he was pronounced dead.

I also remember having Sunday dinner at 1 PM, when our tenant rush in, to inform us Oswald was just killed by Jack Rudy. We were all stunned, that something like this could happen. Glued to the television the whole weekend.

Watching little John John, salute his father, is something I'll never forget.

He also was gone from us too soon. :(

I was 7 years old and in the 2nd grade. My teacher was Miss Schadwall, a stout, no nonsense individual. Prior to this happening, I remember her stoic demeanor, spanking people over her knee in the front of the classroom...

The Principal came to the room and knocked on the door and asked Miss Schadwall to step out into the hallway. When she came back in I could tell she had been crying.

She walked to the chalk board and wrote that the President had been shot and killed . Then she sat down and cried, she just sobbed and sobbed.....it made a quite a impression on me as a 7 year old. I rode the school bus home and found my mom in tears... At 7 years old I was not sure how to process all of this so I ran about a mile down the road to my Grandmothers house and told her, she began to cry, I was really scared at that point and I will never forget that moment....

Thirteen -- physics class. An announcement over the loudspeaker that the President had been shot. At lunch the word spread that he had died. First class after lunch we were sent home. Most of us stayed glued to a television the remainder of the weekend. So much sadness, so much fear as to what would happen next and, of course, tremendous admiration for Jackie, Caroline and John-John.

Thank you everyone for sharing . I hope that many more join in .
Those black and white TV images are seared into my memory . I do believe that I did not miss a minute of it and as the scenes unfolded each was very poignant and moving .
I grew up in a area which was basically a county of very small towns . I just recalled that all of the radio stations stopped their typical music selections and played classical music of what seemed to be of funereal nature .

I was at a pep rally playing clarinet in the band when the announcement came over the school PA. I remember feeling entirely alone and abandoned as I went back to the band room to put my instrument away, though I must have been surrounded by the swarm of students who were always there. I can't believe how I can invoke that feeling across so many years.

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I was 8 years old and in the 3rd grade. My class was walking down the hall in double file, the teacher stopped us and told us what had happened. I remember everyone being in such shock and crying. My family gathered together and we had relatives that came down from Mass. to watch the funeral in unity. The sadness was unforgettable, but I will also never forget the strength and comfort of being with family at this time of devastating loss.

Memories of these devastating moments are never lost - such as when the Pope was shot, the news of Elvis' and Princess Diana's death and 9/11 are engrained forever.

I was in the US Navy stationed in Virginia and waiting for my new bride who was flying through Washington and be held up as she watched from the plane the unloading of JFK's casket

Here's more response from 2012.

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I was 13, in junior high in Niagara Falls NY. They announced that the president was shot, and there was a sense of subdued but shocked chaos. Then they sent us home.

It felt like the world was a different place from that moment. We learned that real life didn't always have a happy ending, and even heroes were vulnerable. It was the first time (other than the Bay of Pigs) that I remember watching TV news so seriously.

I was in the 3rd grade. We were sent home from school. I spent the day at my grandfather's country store, Short Lane in Gloucester, VA. All the men sat around the coal stove and talked of the shock that this could happen. I will never forget that feeling.

I remember that I were in history class. As a 10 yr old I did not grasp everything but knew it was bad they roll in a tv to the room then sent us home early very sad time in our country Remember the feeling and I had the same feeling on 9/11

I was 19 and working in the accounting department of Automatic Canteen Corp in the Merchandise Mart in downtown Chicago. Was eating lunch in the first floor restaurant and watching the news on TV. I still have the desk calendar page from that date with a short memorial that I wrote about the event.

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