I was at after school activities (my mother was single and sent us to a school that would keep us until she got off). It was a warm day. Norfolk Va. I ran inside to get a drink of water with my friend Brian. The secretary was crying. We asked her if she was ok. She said the president had been shot.
I was 7. It was my cousin's birthday. And we were going over to her house after school to have cake and ice cream. We never did.
I was a Junior in high school, between Spanish Class and History class....
and then my mom and I watched in horror as Jack Ruby shot Oswald, scary how vivid my memories still are of this horrible day in our history.