This weekend my parents and I were watching something on tv about the Kennedy assassination. When it happened my dad was 2 and living in the middle of nowhere Wyoming, so he doesn't remember it at all.
My mom was 7, and what she remembers of it was enough to make me cry. Her dad had died just a couple months before, and she remembers hearing about the assassination and thinking "Daddy's dead, and now the President is dead. Who's left to take care of us?" As soon as I heard that, I wanted to hop into a time machine and go back and give that little 7 year old a great big hug.