I was six years old. Things were a little wacky at school (I had just been moved from first grade to second grade), so although I must have heard at school that JFK had been shot, I don't remember it. But I do remember when Oswald was killed a couple days later. My parents and I were in the car, on the way back from a shopping trip, when we heard about it on the radio. And I remember watching the TV coverage of JFK's funeral. I felt sad for Caroline, who was about the same age as I was.