I remember where I was.

November 22, 1963, I was a sophomore in college and my nickname was 'naive'  So it's really no wonder that my first reaction when my boss told me that President Kennedy had been shot was to assume it must be some terrible hoax.  I worked in a department of the library called Teaching Materials Services and was in the basement of that building sorting through some items in storage.  A fairly unremarkable job except for the fact that one of the heads of the department practiced taxidermy as a hobby and the innocent looking cabinets that lined the walls and created corridors through the huge room were likely to have half preserved animal and bird bodies lying on the shelves.  Every cabinet opened was a new adventure.
On that afternoon I was feeling spooked already when one of my bosses called down the stairs to me telling me to come up stairs right away.  She didn't have to tell me twice.  It wasn't until I was back among the living that I was told what had happened  Needless to say we spent the next several hours glued to the TV.  I remember feeling shock, horror, and disbelief, especially disbelief.  Assassinations didn't happen to us, here in the USA.  They were rumors heard of in reports from third-world countries or something that happened way back in history to Pres. Lincoln.  We were all so naive.