Monday Memories
What's one of your earliest memories of something awful that was "news".

I was in school when it was announced that President John F. Kennedy had been shot. There was so much in the air: surprise, sadness, curiosity. Such confusing emotions. Someone important had been shot, someone who was not supposed to die. Who could kill a president? A feeling of apprehension that something even worse was to come. Where were my parents? Who would take care of us? Everyone was stunned. Just stunned.