No bad family things really happened to me when I was a kid, no deaths in the family until I was in my teens (I don't count my one great-grandmother, because she was mean to me and I didn't like her much.)
So, as shallow as this may sound, the day Elvis died I cried all day. I was a fanatic for him- I had pictures of him all over my room, and all of his albums. I was 9 years old, and absolutely devastated. First time I had to deal with death at all.