I was in junior high. A teacher came to my teacher's door and spoke quietly to her and my teacher broke out in tears. Right after that they told us we should all go home. When I left the school, I noticed that there were all kinds of adults wandering around crying. I had no clue what had happened until I got home and my mother, a staunch Democrat and unabashed Kennedy lover, told us the sad story. It was surreal to see all these people crying in the streets. A scene that would not be seen again by me until 9/11.