<p>Absolutely I remember. They sent us home from school alittle early and when I got home my dad had come home from the office and he and my mom were in the basement rec room with the TV on.</p>
<p>“It was surreal to watch TV and see it all go down in your home town.”</p>
<p>That’s exactly how we felt watching Katrina coverage from my dad’s house in Florida. I remember remarking that when Christiane Amanpour is reporting from your neighborhood, the new is not going to be good.</p>
<p>I remember it. I was in 3rd grade in class when we were told. I remember seeing another teacher running down the sidewalk alongside the classrooms crying rather hysterically. They sent us all to the cafeteria for some time. I remember telling someone I thought Nixon might have done it. 
(I don’t know where that came from!)</p>
<p>This sounds bad but I remember being annoyed that all 3 of our TV channels had 24 hour a day coverage of it for several days - everything else was canceled.</p>
<p>I was in college when 9/11 Happened. We were in our dorm rooms glued to the TV’s. This next part probably sounds irrelevant but I have a point… Last year when Michael Jackson died we had dozens of customers call us at work letting us know that MJ died. I remember thinking it was funny that people would call us, a company that has nothing to do with that, to let us know the news. Anyway, we don’t have TV’s at work so none of us knew. It spread like crazy throughout the office and all of a sudden we all were on news websites checking it out. I asked someone at work if they ever had been informed of a big news story like that from a customer before, and they said yes, 9/11. Apparently work went completely dead… out of nowhere… until customers started called in and asking if they had seen the news…</p>
<p>I was in second grade. The teacher came in and told us the president had been shot, and asked us to pray for him. I remember watching the funeral and being unhappy that no cartoons were on, and then going to a neighbor’s house because my little brother was born that afternoon.</p>
<p>In 7th grade, during change of classes, headed to general science. They played the coverage over the loudspeaker at school. Defining moment of our generation, IMHO. For my kids, it’s 9/11. :(</p>
<p>I remember vividly. I was at my weekly visit (4th grade class) to the school library, squatting down to the bottom shelf to choose a Little House on the Prairie book, when the announcement came ove the PA telling us the President had been shot. As it was a catholic school, we were lead in prayer. Shortly afterward we were let out of school. Every one cried all the way home. When we got home, we saw Walter Cronkite say he had died.</p>
<p>For my family, like others have said, it seemed like the day the music died, and things haven’t been the same since.</p>
<p>I remember feeling almost as sad when Martin and Bobby were killed 5 years later.</p>
<p>I remember this day so well. I was in 10th grade in Queens,NY (should have been in 9th grade but for those NY’ers in the know, I was in the two-year SP). It was between classes going to PM Homeroom before the last period of the day and for some unknown reason, one girl, Laura had a radio with her… and so we all knew. We stayed in homeroom, the announcement came over the loudspeaker from the principal and school ended a little bit later. We were all in shock and we were all scared and just wanted to be home to be with our family. Spent the next few days in front of the TV watching the coverage and I too saw Ruby shoot Oswald.
I also went to the Sixth Floor Museum about 8=9 years ago on a business trip and I agree that it was tastefully done and very informative. I was especially struck by the photograph of the people waiting at the luncheon where he was to appear and hearing the news.</p>
<p>My little sister and I were home with our housekeeper when we heard the news. She put my sister in the stroller and we walked up the street to meet my siblings coming home from school. Every kid we passed was crying. I still can see my four older siblings, ages 9 -13 coming walking up the street, all holding hands and crying.</p>
<p>Later that day our housekeepers husband came to pick her up. He came into the kitchen and sat at the table and cried. He cried so hard he couldn’t drive home and my father had to take them home later that night.</p>
<p>I was in second grade and the school nurse came into class to tell the teacher that the President had been shot. We were all sent home from school. By the time I walked home, it was announced that JFK was dead. I remember my mother and my aunt, who was visiting, crying a lot. </p>
<p>I also remember the non-stop TV coverage and the shooting of Oswald. I remember “the Rotunda”- a word I looked up in the dictionary. I also remember the horse drawn casket- with the boots backward in the stirrups. I remember seeing Jackie with the bloody dress and LBJ getting sworn in on the airplane. I was pretty much glued to the TV. I also wrote a letter to Caroline and John-John, saying how sorry I was that their daddy died. I remember being sad and confused. But mostly, very very interested in the TV coverage, even though it meant no cartoons. </p>
<p>Many years later, when I was working in Dallas, I finally saw the grassy knoll, the book repository and Parkland hospital- I was still fascinated by the history of it.</p>
<p>In the very small Iowa town where I live we have a parade every 4th of July. The American Legion always leads it off with a flag display followed by a flag draped cassion, followed by a women dressed all in black, with a pill box hat with a veil, leading a little boy in short pants. It finally struck me that this the image people have of what a full military funeral SHOULD look like.</p>
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<p>That’s what is so wild…that I heard about it many states away and now I drive by all those sites (including the market hall where the luncheon was) every day. Some day I’m going to track down Oswald’s grave.</p>
<p>I was 8. I watched the funeral procession sitting with my dad in his big chair. The image from that day which really captured me was the riderless horse. It seemed so infinitely sad.</p>
<p>Sorry I’m on a parent’s forum but this is really interesting…</p>
<p>My mom had just turned 7, and her last name was Ruby. Kids at school were merciless–they kept teasing her that she was related to Jack Ruby (she wasn’t). It was awful for her…</p>
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I was in 3rd grade, and I didn’t really get it either. I knew that people were very upset, but I didn’t understand what the big deal was (as awful as that sounds now). My parents told me that a lot of people died; I was confused because I knew that people died all the time. I couldn’t quite comprehend it.</p>
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<p>Oh god. I really wish they HAD told us at school. All they said was, “two planes crashed into two buildings in New York City.” That’s it. I think they weren’t sure our parents would want us to know… Of course, this just made me really confused and scared. I remember sitting at a table in the cafeteria at lunch trying to find out from my eight-year-old friends what had happened, as their parents turned on the TVs in the morning/listened to the radio and thus knew what had happened (I was in Seattle, so by the time people were leaving for work it had already happened). I somehow got the idea from my friends that the terrorists, completely unscathed, had been able to climb out of the planes after they crashed, and were now driving across the country in their cars to come and attack us in Seattle. The worst part is that I asked teachers if that was true, and they said they couldn’t talk to me about it.</p>
<p>I mean come on!
I wouldv’e been a lot less scared and upset if I’d have had some accurate, specific information. And it’s not like I wouldn’t find out anyway. Thankfully, when my dad came to get me he cleared everything up.</p>
<p>I was two years old, and I also remember As the World Turns being interrupted. Even more, though, was the memory of John-John’s salute. What an icon he became for our generation. I remember the Seinfield Master of Our Domain episode where there were even references to John-John, he was such a part of our generation. When he died in his plane crash, I thought how sad it was that, like his father, his young life, full of promise, had been cut short. But I also had the comforting thought that he was going to be with his dad again, who he had missed growing up.</p>