Where were you when … ?

25 years ago today, John Lennon was assassinated. I was in 7th grade science class when the teacher told us. I had only just discovered the Beatles and was a huge fan. I felt like something big had happened but I couldn’t quite grasp the meaning of it. The class shared a moment of silence.

Where you were when you heard the news?


5 thoughts on “Where were you when … ?

  1. I don’t recall. If it was a weeknight, I probably heard it on the radio as I was working swing shift then. Or it might have been the next day at college.

    I remember my reaction was less sadness and more anger that some crazy bastard would do this, and do it only out of envy.

  2. I don’t remember becoming aware of it until I was older, and even now I feel like it happened before I was born. I’m kind of glad to know I lived part of my life in a word he lived in too.

    A few years ago, a friend and I went to his star on the Walk of Fame on the anniversary – there was a big celebration with singing and dancing and a bunch of stuff that made me roll my eyes, but I loved being part of a group of people coming together (haha) to honor his memory.

  3. I was in my dorm room at Stuart Hall Prep in Staunton, VA, studying, when I had the weirdest feeling. I was lying in bed, but I felt four bullets enter my chest (it didn’t really hurt; I was just aware of them), and felt my knees hit concrete. I said aloud, “I’ve just been shot.” My roommate looked at me like I was crazy, which was pretty normal. A few minutes later, even though study hall wasn’t over, I turned out the lights and went to sleep.

    In the morning, I found out John Lennon had been shot. When he was pronounced dead, “All My Lovin'” was playing over the hospital PA. Yoko took Sean outside and showed him where his father fell. Sean said, “Is he a part of God now?” The student body president and I ditched morning classes, played our guitars and sang in the auditorium. I’m sure some teachers knew, but no one said anything.

    I later learned that Mark David Chapman had married a Japanese woman, and on the day he left work for the last time, had signed out as “John Lennon”. He was a bitter man, twisted up wanting to be someone he was not. I learned, too, that John Lennon had bought a Kevlar vest earlier that day, but was not wearing it, and that he’d autographed an album for Mark David Chapman that day, too. i’ve thought, sometimes, that I wish I could go back in time and warn him. I think maybe somebody did, but he didn’t quite take it seriously enough to be wearing the vest at the crucial moment.

  4. I was at home and they announced it on the radio, then played “Imagine”. One of my father’s insipid model girlfriends was there and we cried together in the living room. She lived in my home for a year. That and her turning me on to David Bowie were the only times we bonded. I guess I was 8 years old.

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