I was four when the Challenger exploded. I was sitting on the living room floor playing with Legos, my mother was ironing, and we were watching the launch together. It exploded and I remember laughing and clapping and saying, "Ooh, look, Mommy, pretty!" because the cloud was shaped like a goose. My mother told me to be quiet, that it wasn't funny because a lot of people had just died. That's the first time I ever remember seeing my mother cry.
There was a schoolteacher on the Challenger. My mother is a schoolteacher. I wonder whether that had anything to do with it.
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History doesn't repeat itself, but it often rhymes.
Mark Twain
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