My dad came to pick me up from school, we were holding hands and walking home. The school guard asked my dad if he had heard the news, she told him the president had been shot and killed. I remember my dad wiping his eyes and the school guard crying. I went home and watched it all on TV -- I was only five years old, but I remember being very upset over the president being killed. I remember watching the funeral and just feeling an overwhelming sense of sadness and loss.