Nov 22, 1963, I was 6yrs old. My family had just moved into our new home, didn’t have power yet, and had spent the day unpacking. My parents allowed my older sister and I to go for a walk down our new street... We were surprised to see all the neighbors outside having intense conversations... we asked what was up, and I recall an angry seeming man yelling “the Presidents been shot and killed”... I don’t know if my folks voted for JFK, but I know they liked him. My Dad was a WWII vet, and felt some kinship there, I think. I remember it like yesterday.