I was in 1st grade, out on the playground during recess. They blew a loud siren, calling everyone in to class and then sent us all home.
First grader as well. Our teacher, Mrs. Gray, came into the classroom bawling her eyes out and said, "The President has been shot." Class was dismissed. How can I remember the details so vividly after 57 years, when I can't remember what we had for dinner last Wednesday?
