I was sitting in class, attending fifth grade, when Our Principal first made an announcement over the intercom:
"President Kennedy has been shot, and taken to a hospital in Dallas, Texas."
Moments later, She made a second announcement:
"President Kennedy was shot and killed today in Texas.
School will be dismissed, immediately."
It was just after 1 PM, if memory serves.
Together, the students and Our teacher recited a brief prayer, followed by a 2 mile walk to home.
We could see that Mom had been crying, and She hugged the four of Us, as We entered Our house.
That had to be the worst week-end of My life, and I'll never get over feeling so stunned and empty.
Always wished that I'd wake up from this terrible dream, and that fateful day had never happened.