Back in grade school, I sold seeds through the Grit company in order to get a typewriter. I walked door to door in my little hamlet and finally did get the typewriter. After that, it was Girl Scout Cookies.
Yep, Sunday School where we could sing all our favorite hymns that were not sung in the big church, Playing outside with the other kids while our parents socialized after church.
I too was at the school library when JFK was shot. I was stunned and it was like a dream, then the principal announced it over the loud speaker, and everyone started crying. It was a very sad day indeed.