Twenty-five years ago today I was eight years old and home from school sick. For some reason my mom and I had to go to a locally owned convenient store called Garritys, I presume to pick up orange juice and chicken soup for my cold.
I remember my mom and I listening to the radio in the car as The Challenger was preparing for take off and anxiously awaiting the count down. It was exciting. In the weeks prior at school we had learned about the teacher Christa McAuliffe going into space. I’m sure I was disappointed I had to miss school that day after all the build up.
As we shopped at Garritys, I recall some woman frantically barging into the door screaming, “The Challenger exploded” and mass chaos followed. The look on the adults’ faces told me this was big and this was bad. Twenty-five years later I can still bring myself back to that moment.