I was almost 6 when FDR died....we were in a railroad yard in Dalhart, Texas, and an engineer told my mother...I didn't really understand why she was crying.

when JFK was shot, I was on my way to an American History!! class at college....heard rumors, went to class.....the prof showed up, dismissed class and I ran to the student union and watched Walter Cronkite give the news....THEN I had to go deliver newspapers on a paper route, and they stopped the presses and re-did the front page 3 times, and I got all 3 copies- from no news to headline and few details to several columns. It was a long, slow walk delivering those paper that evening.