Third grade, in parochial school. They broadcast the news on the PA so the nuns could be informed. We understood JFK had been shot but didn’t understand what a motorcade was, so we had visions of cowboys shooting him (Dallas Texas, wild west, stupid kids, etc.)
When our chatter prevented Sister Daniel from hearing an update she told us the deep baritone announcer voice we were hearing was the Voice of God—not a peep for the rest of the day