I was nine years old when President Kennedy was assassinated. It was one of those moments that you remember- where you were and what you were doing. My dad and I were both sick. He stayed home from work and I stayed home from school. We were watching TV when Walter Cronkite came on the air, holding back tears as he announced that President Kennedy had died.
Even as young as I was, I knew immediately the feelings of shock, disbelief and horror.
Living in the Washington, DC area, my family and I went Downtown to witness the funeral parade.