We’ve been watching a great series called “When We Left Earth” on the Discovery Channel. Matt and I Tivo-ed it last night (ps- LOVE Tivo) and watched it a few hours ago.
This episode covered a wide range of material, and mixed in it was the Challenger explosion. As we watched the back story on it and then transitioned into some new material and footage -and some hauntingly familiar footage I felt like it was January 28, 1986 and I was seven all over again. Outside I was still 30 (yes, that’s right, I’m 30 now), but inside I felt the same wonder and sadness of that day.
We sat in class watching the television as our teacher said, “There’s Christa McAuliffe. She’s a teacher just like me. Just think, that could be me there.” We were amazed. We could see it, at least I could see it, in my mind’s eye. Then we watched the launch and then we watched the explosion that shook our nation.
I watched it tonight with perhaps a little less horror, since this time there was no stunning surprise, but with tears on my cheeks just as there had been then. The words of Ronald Regan (our president in that day -for those of you youngsters who weren’t born yet and maybe forgot) resonate, “We will never forget them, nor the last time we saw them, this morning, as they prepared for their journey and waved goodbye and ‘slipped the surly bonds of earth’ to ‘touch the face of God.'”
I hadn’t forgotten, and I was seven all over again.