Friday, January 28, 2011

The Challenger -- I Cried

The Challenger.

Wow. I can't believe it's been 25 years since this tragedy. There are a lot of things I have forgotten over the last 25 years but when this image came up on my screen this morning, I can remember exactly where I was and the awful feeling of watching the Challenger explode on TV.

I cried.

My little guy, Justin, was only 18 months old and we lived in a tiny apartment in Fairbanks, Alaska.  I drove a blue, 2-door, Cutlass Calais Oldsmobile and worked at the community mental health center.  I owned a  hot pink dress that I looked really hot in that wouldn't even go over my head now, if it still existed.   And, I cried.

Seeing this picture this morning is really weird and I'm totally fascinated with how memories are stored in our brains. How and why can I remember such details from so long ago connected to one picture, one event?  And, how is it my brain remembers the "feeling" of deep sadness when viewing this event on national television?
How can 25 years have gone already? I'm going to try not to cry .....

love, susan


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