I was 12, and my gerbil had died, so my mom and her friend took me to the city to cheer me up. A street vendor in Chinatown asked me what the verdict was. I told him "not guilty" and immediately he began yelling to the other vendors in Chinese, ending with "OJ Simpson- not guilty!" You should have heard the ruckus.

I remember a kid in my science class had a little transistor radio with an earphone running up his collar. He got up and ran around the school when the verdict came through. We were middle schoolers, and I had no idea who Simpson was, but this was really our first introduction to the concept "media circus".

I was in high school, touring local colleges in order to decide where I wanted to go to school. I remember riding with my father in the car and listening to talk radio, and they interrupted with the verdict. We were emotionless to it. My dad and I both thought he was guilty and couldn't believe he had just gotten away with murder.

I went to an all black private school so there was no real animosity toward the verdict. In my 10th grade Spanish class, somebody yelled that the verdict was on, so my teacher turned on the television. I remember when the jury read out their decision, you could have heard a pin drop–then everybody started yelling. We were happy that (we thought) people would stop talking about OJ cause we were tired of hearing about it. My generation was born after he played football and only know him (vaguely) as the coon in the Naked Weapon movies.

One more thing-OJ has officially won the Dumb Negro of the year award. The 2007 winner, Mike Vick, should send the sash and tiara from Levenworth when OJ's final prison address is established.

I was 12, and I first heard the verdict on the evening news at home with my parents. I wrote in my diary that he was guilty and I couldn't believe the verdict. lol.

I was in the 7th grade and remember my Science teacher put on the TV and we watched the verdict. Teachers were walking down from classroom to classroom, saying "He's Not Guilty!?" Hmmm, I guess that's the "moment" along with 911 that I'll tell my children like my parents told me about MLK and Kennedy.