Thought something about this would’ve been posted by this time. Oh well:
If you’re old enough, Where were you and what were you doing when you heard the news?
Dub
Working in an air conditioner manufacturing plant in Kerns, Utah.
Tim
Well since I was 7 months old. Its hard to remember, but I am sure others are wondering what anniversary. On this date (11-22) in 1963 John Fitzgerald Kennedy was assasinated.
I walked into a class as a Senior in college, first class after my lunch hour, and was absolutely stunned when the instructor passed along the news. Classes were cancelled for the day, and most of us made our way to one of the chapels on campus over the course of that afternoon.
I was pulling overnight duty at Ft Bragg when someone came in from the day room and said “come see Kennedy has been shot”. I thought it was a bad joke at first. The whole 82nd Airborne Division fell out to the parade fields the next day in honor. Devastating…
Bernie
I was in the 11th grade standing in the hallway between classes. You could actually see something coming down the hall being passed from from student to student. It was eerie as the news was passed we could see it coming towards us. Kids were crying some hugged each other, some got mad and slammed their lockers. It was a moment and a feeling you never forget. It was just before the last morning class. We were supposed to go to English class. Instead without any direction from the school or anyone of authority we all just went home. A lot of us thought it was the work of the Russians and might precipitate a war. I Remember in those days they were teaching us to duck under our desks so we could survive a nuclear blast as if your desk was going to help.
Unfortunately, that was my earliest childhood memory. My family loved JFK, and I distinctly remember sitting on the floor in front of the TV watching the funeral procession. I was only three years old, but my mother came over and changed the channel. She was crying, and I had never seen her cry before.
I was in 6th grade English class when we heard the news. The nuns sent us home immediately and we didn’t return until after the funeral. I remember thinking the Russians had something to do with it, too. Gnu Bee…you’re right…the desk thing was a joke. I lived 18 miles from Manhattan…i would have been fried
I was a senior in hs, having a cigarette or two in my car at lunch. I feel like that was the end of the age of innocence for us.
I was 13 and sitting in my 8th grade classroom at St. Felicitas school when the principal announced over the PA that the President had been shot, and asked us all to stop our classwork and to pray. Yes, there were many tears because we were scared to death that the country would be invaded by the Russians. Many parents came to school and picked up their children and took them home so they would be together as a family. Very scary time.
I was 3 at the time and do not have a real working memory of the event. Over the years, I’ve read so much about the event, seen the tapes, heard the conspiracy theories and talked with so many folks who do have memories of the event, that I have formed “after the fact” memories but a real first hand memory is something I do not have.
For those of us born probably 1960 and later, September 11, 2001 is like November 22 or December 7. All of those are dates that we can point to when the world changed forever.
Jeff
I was in the Air Force at the time. We were on duty as a launch crew in a underground missile silo whan we got the word. Everything became very hectic in a short time. The thinking at the time was the shooting might lead to an attack on this country. Even though we were always ready and prepared to launch the missile when we got the orders, that day we were on a very high alert.
i was waiting for an admissions interview at a college and still have the image of the front hall where i waited with my school college counselor. i was admitted to the college, but even the years i spent there going back and forth through that hall never erased that first memory!
a couple of days later i was in the car with my grandfather as he drove us somewhere, and the news came that Lee Harvey Oswald had been shot. it was the first time i ever saw my normally jolly grandfather angry.
Well lets see, I was in my mommy’s arms drinking the milk of life and I was 1. So I do not remember anything 
except for what I’ve read in the aftermath. It still interests me, we lost a very great man and President that day.
I had just turned 5 years old a couple days before the tragic event. I remember my parents being glued to the tv set not saying much. When I recall that moment, the recollection is in black and white.
I was cowboying in Oklahoma. I had taken some of my boss’s alumni buddies from OU duck hunting on some ponds on the ranch that morning. Later I had to go to town to purchase more shotgun shells. Everyone in the hardware store was talking about it. It was a trying time for our country. Jim
My wife and I had just come home from bowling in a morning work related league and were showering and getting ready for work. She came into the livingroom and our two year old son was sitting there and the TV sound was turned down. When my wife asked if he turned it down he said yes. And, when she asked him why he had done that he said (two years old mind you)," Cause they were saying things I didn’t want to hear." When she asked him what did they say he said," They said the President was shot!"
I was in first grade. Our teacher burst into the classroom in tears and said, “someone shot the President (JFK), and he is dead” !!! There was no school for a whole week. I watched what happened on TV, JFK laying in State in the Capital Rotunda, The train carrying his flag draped casket, the funeral, And the burial in Arlington. Everywhere, flags flew at half staff, and people were stunned. It seemed like the whole world became a standstill, time frozen, and life had stopped !!! An awful lot for a little kid to take in !!!
I was a senior in high school - as was everyone else I was shocked. I agree with the poster who suggested that this marked the end of the age of innocense in this country.
I was in third grade. I remember it verywell. The principal came on the intercom and announced the news in a shaky voice. My teacher started crying immediately. A minute later the principal cme back on and told us school was out and we were all to go home. All of us walked to and from school there. I think school was cancelled til after the funeral. We were already scared all the time because we thought the russians were gonna attack any minute. Several of our neighbors had bomb shelters and food stashed. Those were fearful times. Now were in fearful times once again…ModocDan