Where were you? (Was:Can everyone in Dallas check in re: space shuttle)

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--- In HPFGU-OTChatter at yahoogroups.com, "Meg Demeranville 
<mdemeran at h...>" <mdemeran at h...> wrote:
> 
> 
> I was in the first grade when the Challenger blew up. It's actually 
> one of the first memories I have of my school days. Somehow, we won 
> the right to see the Challenger launch over any of the other 
grades. 
> I remember sitting on that classroom floor with my best friend and 
> watching the television. I remember we were all kidding around and 
> laughing because it was really cool that we were the ones to watch 
> it. And then it blew up. The classroom got really quiet at that 
> point and I everyone was just stunned. I remember them switching 
the 
> TV off and just trying to get us to focus on classwork. That was 
the 
> first thing I thought about this morning when I saw it on the news. 
> My thoughts and prayers go out to everyone affected by this most 
> recent tragedy. 
> 
> Meg (who has to focus on Biochem, but who's thoughts are miles away)
> 
> Read the untold story of life as a first year medical student at:
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Meg, I must tell you, you woke up some of my brain cells when you 
talked about watching the Challenger on tv in school.

I remember watching the Watergate hearings when I was in school.  I 
can't remember what year it was (a looong time ago!) only that it was 
in black and white (our school tv's were B&W), and it was soooo 
boring!  We knew that it was historical and all that but it took all  
my  will power to keep  my eyes open in class!

As for the Challenger accident, I remember it all too well.
I was at work, talking on the phone to  one of my friends who was 
hospitalized, when  she stopped talking and gasped as one  of the 
nurses ran into her room and turned the tv on.  At excatly the same 
time, one of our fellow coworkers  who was just starting her shift 
(it happened just before noon time) came in and stopped short, 
announcing to everyone that the shuttle blew up.  I remember standing 
there, dumbfounded, with my girlfriend on the phone, also shocked, 
and my coworker, pale as a ghost, talking so fast that we had to 
interrupt her to  make any sense of what she was saying, all the 
while, others were scrambling to find *the* one radio we had, and 
have a listen.
It was extra sad for us as I'm in New England and Christa McAuliffe 
being from New Hampshire was a little too close for comfort.
UUGGHH!  I still get goose bumps.  

My sympathy goes to the familes.

Anna . . .