I was 7 years old and in the second grade. We were all sent home early and I remember my friend Eugene was crying because he didn't know where to go.
I had always thought that we had been sent home the day of the assassination, but it didn't happen until 6pm back east which would have made it 3pm here. We'd be out of school before the information got out.
We must have been sent home the following day. Fear of riots? It was early because I walked home with Karen and she was in the morning kindergarten class.
Sort of amazing to think about it - we walked home without any parental supervision. School was 4 blocks away and it wasn't a straight shot.