Challenger: 30 Years Ago Today

I was stunned and heartbroken. It was unreal watching the footage of the debris falling, and falling for what seemed like forever. One of the most memorable days of my life.

RIP and prayers up. I was watching it live, It is still one of those memories that will remain clear in my mind.

Was a freshman at WSC, skipped morning class to watch launch with friends/fellow dorm dwellers.

Bailey hit it, stunned and heartbroken.

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They had it live in my school, I was still young, but it's something I remember vividly. One of the teachers in my school made it pretty far into the teachers in space program testing, and he had hopes of being on a future mission.

I had just gotten back to my dorm room at Texas A&M and my neighbor comes over and says, "Did you hear what happened? The space shuttle blew up." I went over to his room to watch the coverage.

"Roger, go at throttle up." has stuck with me ever since.

The eagerness to go with the launch in spite of the cold temps ticks me off, but not nearly as much as the decisions that doomed Columbia.

I dropped everything in Fort Lauderdale and moved to Cape Canaveral. Cried when the Columbia exploded. Space Station "Freedom" is still there.

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Watched it in person--they were still enough of a novelty we'd get out of class (10th grade) to step out and watch them. You could see the launches very clearly from Orlando.

I was stationed in Germany and had just bought a brand new TV at the PX and installed it in my room. AFN was broadcasting the launch and we all saw the explosion and the ongoing news coverage.

I was in the dayroom of the vo-tech, watching the launch before my class started. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

I disagree with the idea of stacking death against death. Every death diminishes us in some way; these astronauts represented a much bigger picture, and a far loftier and hopeful goal. They were our bridge to the stars. They were never alone; those of us avidly following the story of the Challenger and her crew were with them in spirit.

I was in 4th grade in Boulder. For some reason, we were not watching it live in class. I remember looking out of the classroom door into a common hallway and seeing our teacher crying. The principal then made an announcement over the intercom. A TV was set-up in the 5th grade classroom, and kids who had an interest could watch as long as they wanted. This was at the height of my rocket fascination period, so I was glued to the TV for the rest of the day and followed the investigation in depth.