I was 6 years old, in first grade, remember it was a cold rainy day, and we were doing math, learning our ones, tens, and hundreds using blue plastic boards when the announcement came over the loudspeaker.
I didn't know who the President was or where Dallas Texas was, but I knew that this was a very big deal. They let us out of school early.
My brother, who was only 2 years old at the time says he remembers Mom crying when the news came on the TV.
In the days after, I remember watching the funeral possession on the TV's big black and white screen.
We remember things by association and repetition. I am repeatedly reminded of this day at least once a year.
What do you remember of those days? Or what were you told by those who do remember?