Across the nation, adults and kids who had tuned in to view the launch on live television, watched in disbelief as the tragedy unfolded before their very eyes.
I was one of those kids.
I was at my grandmother's house that day, home from school because it was a snow day. Had it not been a snow day, I probably wouldn't have witnessed the event, for I don't recall any plans that would've allowed us to view the launch during school.
I remember sitting on my grandmother's living room floor in front of her console TV watching the historic event. Having never seen a shuttle launch before, when the explosion occurred I asked my grandmother if that was normal. She said, "I don't think so." To this day, this is the image that I remember so vividly:
My mother was 12 years old when President Kennedy was assassinated. She remembers exactly where she was and what she was doing when she first learned of his death. I was 12 years old when the Challenger exploded on that fateful day, thirty years ago. For Gen Xers like myself, the Challenger disaster was to us what the Kennedy assassination was to the baby boomers, an event that stole a little piece of our innocence and exemplified how unpredictable and fragile life can be.
Do you remember the Challenger explosion? Do you remember where you were when you first learned of the disaster?
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