November 22, 1963.
If you lived through the assassination of JFK, and you are old enough, you remember it well. I was in third grade, and it was one of my first traumatic experiences.
Older friends thought that WW3 was imminent. I was oblivious to that threat, but could feel the loss through my teacher and then my parents.
Interesting (flash bulb memory!) I remember the caissons as being in color even though we had a b/w tv.
In any case, his loss, and later MLK and Bobby were a terrible blow
