Our family resides in north central Florida and have seen several shuttle launches from our own front yard. We have been awakened at odd hours of the night upon a shuttle's reentry back into our atmosphere. When Eric was a small boy he went to Space Camp in Huntsville, AL and got to "fly" the shuttle on mock space mission. If I remember his story about it, however, he crashed it. Our boys have been to the Kennedy Space Center and love all things space. They have a telescope and love to look at the moon and gaze at the stars. So this morning as I was sipping my coffee and reading the news, there was that gentle reminder that 25 years ago today a brave group of men and women lost their lives in a tragic accident.
At the time I was only 8 years old, the age my oldest son is now. I remember watching it live and being horrified at what I was witnessing- people dying before my very eyes! That night I was afraid to go to sleep and I was so sad for everyone that saw the accident. As a little girl I did not live in FL, rather, I lived in Pittsburgh, PA. I had never had the privilege of seeing an actual launch until I was a grown woman. So when I was little, shuttle launches in were something so much larger than life! My grandfather lived in FL when I was a girl and I can remember thinking that he was so lucky because he could see the shuttle launches (or so I thought). I grew up in a generation where every time the shuttle took off the world seemed to stand still and hold their breath. Sadly the shuttle program is about to come to an end forever.
I have included a clip from CNN on the day that the Challenger exploded. Do you remember where you were when this happened?
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