All these stories are so heartbreaking. That day is my very earliest memory. I was almost six years old, and my mother and I were at the movie theatre in the city. When the movie ended and we walked outside, the streets were eerily silent. I remember my Mom saying immediately, "Something is wrong." She grabbed my hand and we started running. We came across an older lady walking along crying... my mom stopped her and asked what was going on, and she told us the Kennedy was dead. We went home on the bus, and stayed in front of the television for the next few days, watching all that went on. Such a sad time.