Once you get old enough, you know how amazing it is to hear that some event happened twenty-five years ago, and that was within your lifetime. Many of you may share that feelings when you read or heard today that we lost the Space Shuttle Challenger twenty-five years ago today. I was in fifth grade at the time. It was an abnormally warm day in Wisconsin, which is why i was on the swing set at school, when somebody walked up and asked me if I’d heard about what happened to the Challenger. “It blew up,” they explained.
Sure enough, it had. I remember being glued to the television the rest of the day, watching the endless replay of the shuttle’s fiery doom, wondering what happened to the astronauts onboard.
It is very appropriate that as I write this, my son Ellison, all of six months old, is dozing on my lap. As previously discussed, we chose that name to honor mission specialist Ellison Onizuka, one of the seven astronauts who we lost on January 28, 1986.