I'm not sure that this is the type of thing you want but, here goes.
When I was almost 4, in 1952, I remember, and can see it now, going with my mother to get coal from the 'coalhole' at the side of the house during the morning. It was snowing and I can 'see' the lady from across the road coming across and saying to my mother, Oh, isn't it awful, the King's dead.
My mother always swore this never happened, even though I described so many things from the house, she said that my father had brought her a cup of tea before he went out to work at about 7am and told her.
In recent years with the various Jubilees and anniversaries I have found out that the news was released at 11 am but as my mother is deceased I can't get any further with her insistence. It's really spooked me in the last few years.