- To hell with the pig... I'm going to Switzerland.

Remembering the Challenger (Friday, January 28, 2005)

I can't believe it's been nineteen years since the Challenger accident. But then, the building where I watched it happen on TV isn't an elementary school anymore, but an adult education center where I play basketball on Thursday nights. I remember how exciting it was watching the shuttle go up — with the very first school teacher ever. I was proud because my uncle worked in mission control in Houston. I new I was going to be an astronaut one day. In fact, I can't ever remember wanting to be anything but a Navy fighter pilot or an astronaut. As much as watching it hurt me, it did not for a second give me second thoughts about what I wanted to be. There haven't been many experiences in my life that compare to the blow that was to me. I'm sure the crew of STS-51-L would be proud of the people who continued on in their absence and would smile at the leaps being taken in private space-flight.

—Brian (1/28/2005 3:11 PM)


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