May you die a slow, agonizing, lonely, freakish death and no one care, not even your mother. God made hell for people like you.
Little Eddie wrote:
Hard to believe it's been 25 years since Christa McAuliffe told her husband, "You feed the kids. I'll feed the fish!"
external stairs on the way up to precalc.
Working @ the CME. Watched the coverage on a state of the art big screen projection TV.
I was working at American Eagle Outfitters in a mall in Lexington, KY.
GF just back from a west coast shoot late the previous evening. I picked her up at LGA and we did not get back home till about 1AM so we slept-in. I tuned it in when we woke that Tuesday about 10ish and were watching from bed.
I was about to go to class in my 2nd year of university and my neighbor said 'hey, the shuttles about to take off'. I sat down and seconds later was just stunned. Didn't make it to that class.
Colonel Onizuka CU Buffaloes wrote:
1986 25 Years ago today: Challenger Space Shuttle BLEW UP. Where were you when this tragedy occurred ?
Hey KB, figure that's you.
At the large animal lab at CSU foothills campus, working with my goats for a nutrition study. It was a shocker that still sticks with you.
at work in the hallway in the computer center of a trucking company. It was amazing how quickly the word spread pre-internet. Both my wife's company and mine sent people home early, and when we got home it was one of the first times I ever watched CNN.
5th Grade. I was in the Young Astronaut's Club (remember that?). I was watching it live on Television in Mrs. Johnson's class. I was absolutely crushed by it. I can still see the old television on the rack up on the wall in the corner of the classroom. I can still remember the kids starting to cheer because we thought it was the release of the solid rocket boosters. After a few seconds we just went silent. Mrs. Johnson ran into the hallway to quickly discuss with the neighboring teacher what just happened or what to say to us or what to do at that moment. I remember her re-entering the classroom with tears streaming down her face. I remember other students starting to cry. I think I was too in shock to cry. Up until that point, my primary childhood dream was not to be a firefighter or superman; it was to be an astronaut. That is ALL I wanted to be until that day. Just writing this makes me sad.
I was just returning from a freaking cold Missouri run. Repeat 800s into the freaking cold Missouri wind as a remember after a nice 1.5 mile uphill run up a freaking big Missouri hill. What an awesome run! Loved it. Too bad for the astros.
I walked into my homeroom class in 8th grade. My mom happened to be a substitute teacher in my school that day, and she walked up to me, very obviously upset. So upset, in fact, that her vocabulary failed her, and she said to me, "The missile exploded." I very clearly remember thinking, "OK, so the USSR just launched their missiles at us, and everyone is about to die." My mom then corrected "missile" to "space shuttle" and I figured out what was really happening. It was still a horrible and shocking day, but I was actually a little bit relieved.
In my dad's nutsack
Trying to take a nap in my high school library.