I was six. I don't remember the assassination itself, but do remember watching the funeral on television at my grandparents. I don't know where my mother was that day; I had the impression that she had gone to the funeral, but that seems unlikely (since I don't remember my brothers being at my grandparents that day; I was the only kid there).

A bunch of 'liberal' kids in my class actually applauded when we got word that it had happened.
That's appalling. I did not like Reagan at all, but was horrified by the attempt, and shocked that some people were... ahhh... not horrified, let's say. I was in college in NYC at the time; I had a biochem exam the following day, and did no studying for it. I remember the newspaper headlines that afternoon -- the headline that Reagan had been shot took up the entire front page on some papers. I watched television pretty much all evening and into the night.

I felt embarrassed when I heard that people at the NASCAR race booed the first lady and the v.p.'s wife
Me too.

I remember where I was when I heard that RFK was shot (upstairs in the attic, where I'd cleared out a large space; I was sleeping there that night, or rather, I was supposed to be sleeping, but was instead listening to a transistor radio for a good part of the night), and when MLK was shot, too (at a friend's).

I was at work when the Challenger disaster happened; a friend called to tell me. I sought out a television -- went to the advertising department of the company -- and watched the footage and news there. (I was on my sofa when I heard about the Columbia disaster; got the news in an email, and immediately turned on the television. Later that day, I bought roses and while my son and I were on our way to Goddard (NASA) to lay the flowers there, I saw a bald eagle in an area I'd never seen one before -- nor since -- wheel around and fly north. I got goosebumps; have them now, too, remembering that.)

I was driving south on Route 29 in Maryland, from Columbia, when I heard that the Berlin Wall was being torn down. I had seen the wall -- had been in Berlin just the year before for the first of a series of concerts for peace -- and was thrilled to hear this news. I managed to stay on the road, but barely!