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Shortly after noon on November 22, 1963, President John F. Kennedy was assassinated as he rode in a motorcade through Dealey Plaza in downtown Dallas, Texas.
I was in 3rd grade I think. This was the only time I saw my Mother cry.
If you have never been to the Grassy Knoll, you should go. It will shake you to your core. It will bring tears to your eyes.
 
I recall watching the Funeral procession on black and white TV, as a young boy of 7 years. I recall the constant drumming, but I could not comprehend the horse-drawn caisson in the space age; not until I was much older.
I also I recall shock and sadness of the adults around me.
 
2ed grade we were having a birthday party for a classmate. They brought a tv in the room. Never saw a teacher cry before. When we watched the funeral with his son standing there, the teacher was really sobbing, to young to appreciate what was going on,

There are 4 events that recall clearly where I was and what was going on when I heard of them

Kennedy association

Moon landing

Both shuttle accidents.



Rod
 
2ed grade we were having a birthday party for a classmate. They brought a tv in the room. Never saw a teacher cry before. When we watched the funeral with his son standing there, the teacher was really sobbing, to young to appreciate what was going on,

There are 4 events that recall clearly where I was and what was going on when I heard of them

Kennedy association

Moon landing

Both shuttle accidents.



Rod

And 9/11
 
I was in 2nd grade and remember another kid breaking the news to us. I still remember the headline on the paper the next day, it read "Pro Russian Suspect Charged With Killing Kennedy"

I went to Dealy Plaza and walked around while in Dallas on business in 1995. It was eerie, people were standing around and pointing to the book depository and to the spot on the road where JFK was hit and it was like that each time I drove by in a taxi too, regardless of the time of day. It was also easy to see how the shot was made, the distance was only about 80 yards if I recall and the limousine was moving slowly,slightly uphill and away from the window. Not as difficult (with a little bit of luck too) as many would have you believe.
 
I was in the third grade, they sent us home early without telling us why. At that age I knew lots of people died from various reasons. But I wasn't smart enough at the time to appreciate why the death of an US sitting president was such a big deal.
 
I still remember being in 11th grade men's health class in high school when the principal came in and told us what happened. Truly shocking to us at that time.
 
Shortly after noon on November 22, 1963, President John F. Kennedy was assassinated as he rode in a motorcade through Dealey Plaza in downtown Dallas, Texas.
I was in 3rd grade I think. This was the only time I saw my Mother cry.
If you have never been to the Grassy Knoll, you should go. It will shake you to your core. It will bring tears to your eyes.

I used to live in Dallas. What brought tears to my eyes were all the street venders hawking their maps and souvenirs.
 
I was in the 10th grade when Challenger exploded. We always went to the auditorium to watch current events on a big screen TV. The principal called on the intercom for us all to assemble too watch the space shuttle launch.

The moment it exploded the whole room went completely silent.
 
I was only 9 months old in November 1963, so I have no memory of the event but have been infatuated by the assassination ever since I first learned about it. Two excellent books with a little different focus than most assassination books are:

Five Days In November by Clint Hill. He was Jackie Kennedy's personal Secret Service agent. He is the agent seen in the Zapruder film crawling up the trunk of the limo as Jackie tries to crawl out after the fatal shot.

Twenty-Six Seconds, by Alexandra Zapruder. She is the grand daughter of Abraham Zapruder and tells the family history of the famous film, beginning on November 22 to pretty much present day.

The actual limo is on display at The Henry Ford museum in Dearborn Michigan and the Boeing aircraft (tail #26000) that served as Air Force One, carried JFK's body back to DC, and on which Johnson was sworn in, is on display at the Museum of the U. S. Air Force in Dayton, Ohio.
 
I was in the 10th grade when Challenger exploded. We always went to the auditorium to watch current events on a big screen TV. The principal called on the intercom for us all to assemble too watch the space shuttle launch.

The moment it exploded the whole room went completely silent.
That was my first moment in NH 8th grade where they carted out the 25” tv on a cart live because a NH school teacher was headed to space. They shut it off said very little….
 
Shortly after noon on November 22, 1963, President John F. Kennedy was assassinated as he rode in a motorcade through Dealey Plaza in downtown Dallas, Texas.
I was in 3rd grade I think. This was the only time I saw my Mother cry.
If you have never been to the Grassy Knoll, you should go. It will shake you to your core. It will bring tears to your eyes.

I was in 4th grade and we were let out of school. My Mother didn't know what happened. I told her and she broke down.
 
Around 6 AM on that November day one of my best friends woke me from my top bunk in the Machinato Barracks in Okinawa to give me the news of the assassination. Oswald got his justice too soon, before he could be thoroughly interrogated. Don`t think we will ever know the complete truth.









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