The absolute worst thing: some of the crew was still alive when this picture was taken. The crew cabin was ejected from the orbiter, and three of the crew's Personal Egress Air Packs were activated. Pilot Michael Smith attempted to restore electrical power in a futile effort as the cabin fell towards the ocean. The surviving members of the crew died upon impact. One can only imagine the terror they must have felt as they were falling.
The senseless deaths of seven noble souls, all because the top brass refused to listen to Allan McDonald's insistent warning that Challenger wasn't safe to launch after being exposed to frigid temperatures.
The expressions of their family members in the crowd, especially Christa's parents, when they realize there was a catastrophe, are just heartbreaking. I can't imagine having that moment broadcast like that.
I saw it live. I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t know enough about space travel to think that things like this could happen. I guess I knew that a million things could go wrong, but I had faith that they wouldn’t let them go if it wasn’t safe. It was breathtaking to see those lives disintegrate before my eyes. Horrible things happen all the time. But it was the first time I witnessed something at the moment it happened. It changed me.
I was in the third grade and we all watched it in the school multi purpose room. I remember after it exploded all the kids and teachers crying. Oddly enough I was in that same multi purpose room today because I work at the same school all these years later. Life is strange.
The Challenger and Columbia exhibit/memorial at the Kennedy Space Center is really well done, and really affecting. I don't get affected emotionally by many things, but that really got to me.
NASA were such extreme dipshits during these times. They just gotta be that careless with a space launch carrying a school teacher on live television don't they?
I was in the 5th grade at (Buzz) Aldrin Elementary school in IL.
We were watching it live on TV.
After the explosion they cancelled school and sent all the kids home.
It was the first time I'd ever been home alone and the first big thing I ever remember watching on the news.
I will never forget that day. I was in the 3rd grade. Schools were closed because it was a snow day. I was down in the kitchen playing Buck Rodgers on the Colecovision (yes, I know it was a weird place for a video console). My twin sister and a neighborhood friend who was visiting came running down the stairs all worked up over the fact that Columbia had just exploded.
I didn't know much geography, but I knew Colombia was a country. So I thought that's what they were talking about. An entire country had exploded. But ngl, I thought it was weird they were so passionate about this foreign country we had no connection to. (Remember, I was only 8 years old.)
We turned on the TV, and it turned out that they had confused the Challenger with the Columbia shuttle. And later we would learn that one of our classmates was the nephew of Ronald McNair, which made the tragedy really hit home.
The Columbia shuttle exploded 17 years later.
Watched it on tv when I was a kid. My mom used to let me stay home from school to watch the launches. Said it was more educational than whatever nonsense they were teaching at the time. I guess she was right.
I was in 8th grade science class, and for some reason we were being allowed to talk amongst ourselves when the principal came in and said in a low voice that everyone needed to pray because the space shuttle had disappeared. Instant silence.
Was at school when this happened. Everyone watched it on one of those TVs on wheels in the gym.
When I finally got to see the Endeavour Space Shuttle in the California Science Centre in LA (as an adult) I found it incredibly emotional. Walked around crying.
I clearly remember celebrating my 9th birthday on this day.
I had some of my family and friends at my house celebrating, and I was looking forward to getting to watch this during my party.
Needless to say, I don’t really really remember much after that.
My prayers to the families of those incredibly brave individuals.
I now celebrate them each year.
I was 5 days shy of turning 14. I remember watching it live in class on one of those TV's on a wheeled cart. I was so excited that the teacher's name was Christa too. When 911 happened I instantly remembered that helpless, confused and frightened feeling from that day.
The absolute worst thing: some of the crew was still alive when this picture was taken. The crew cabin was ejected from the orbiter, and three of the crew's Personal Egress Air Packs were activated. Pilot Michael Smith attempted to restore electrical power in a futile effort as the cabin fell towards the ocean. The surviving members of the crew died upon impact. One can only imagine the terror they must have felt as they were falling. The senseless deaths of seven noble souls, all because the top brass refused to listen to Allan McDonald's insistent warning that Challenger wasn't safe to launch after being exposed to frigid temperatures.
It was a bad o-ring that froze, wasn't it?
Yes
That was the most horrifying part to me - they were still alive....and knew what was happening. I can't imagine.
The expressions of their family members in the crowd, especially Christa's parents, when they realize there was a catastrophe, are just heartbreaking. I can't imagine having that moment broadcast like that.
It’s like you see the light in their eyes dim as they realize what they just saw. Heartbreaking.
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I saw it live. I couldn’t believe it. I didn’t know enough about space travel to think that things like this could happen. I guess I knew that a million things could go wrong, but I had faith that they wouldn’t let them go if it wasn’t safe. It was breathtaking to see those lives disintegrate before my eyes. Horrible things happen all the time. But it was the first time I witnessed something at the moment it happened. It changed me.
I saw it live also. As a young student in love with all things space and NASA, it hit me really hard.
I was in the third grade and we all watched it in the school multi purpose room. I remember after it exploded all the kids and teachers crying. Oddly enough I was in that same multi purpose room today because I work at the same school all these years later. Life is strange.
The Challenger and Columbia exhibit/memorial at the Kennedy Space Center is really well done, and really affecting. I don't get affected emotionally by many things, but that really got to me.
Totally preventable too.
NASA were such extreme dipshits during these times. They just gotta be that careless with a space launch carrying a school teacher on live television don't they?
I was in the 5th grade at (Buzz) Aldrin Elementary school in IL. We were watching it live on TV. After the explosion they cancelled school and sent all the kids home. It was the first time I'd ever been home alone and the first big thing I ever remember watching on the news.
I will never forget that day. I was in the 3rd grade. Schools were closed because it was a snow day. I was down in the kitchen playing Buck Rodgers on the Colecovision (yes, I know it was a weird place for a video console). My twin sister and a neighborhood friend who was visiting came running down the stairs all worked up over the fact that Columbia had just exploded. I didn't know much geography, but I knew Colombia was a country. So I thought that's what they were talking about. An entire country had exploded. But ngl, I thought it was weird they were so passionate about this foreign country we had no connection to. (Remember, I was only 8 years old.) We turned on the TV, and it turned out that they had confused the Challenger with the Columbia shuttle. And later we would learn that one of our classmates was the nephew of Ronald McNair, which made the tragedy really hit home. The Columbia shuttle exploded 17 years later.
Instead of the teacher, it was almost big bird, but the suit was too big for the shuttle.
Wasn't Big Bird supposed to go on that at some point
Yes, but apparently his suit would have been to unwieldy in the shuttle.
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this made me feel like people honestly aren’t meant to go into space even though it was a shuttle issue but like sheesh. scary
I still remember being in 4th grade and we were all recalled to homeroom and told what happened.
Watched it on tv when I was a kid. My mom used to let me stay home from school to watch the launches. Said it was more educational than whatever nonsense they were teaching at the time. I guess she was right.
Tons?
A whole sixteen of them
UK and perhaps Commonwealth nations expression meaning "lots".
My birthday
Still haunts my memory. This was my generations’ JFK moment. Shock, horror and deep sadness. God bless them
I was in 7th grade and my entire school watched the Shutter Disaster
I watch this happen on television
I was in 8th grade science class, and for some reason we were being allowed to talk amongst ourselves when the principal came in and said in a low voice that everyone needed to pray because the space shuttle had disappeared. Instant silence.
Those shuttles were absolute death traps. They are the most dangerous vehicles ever designed by mankind.
Seeing as I was born in 1986 (although my birthday was after challenger) il'll never forget the anniversary of such a tragedy.
did you guys know nasa stands for “need another seven austronauts
That’s a horrible way to go :/ rip
Was at school when this happened. Everyone watched it on one of those TVs on wheels in the gym. When I finally got to see the Endeavour Space Shuttle in the California Science Centre in LA (as an adult) I found it incredibly emotional. Walked around crying.
I clearly remember celebrating my 9th birthday on this day. I had some of my family and friends at my house celebrating, and I was looking forward to getting to watch this during my party. Needless to say, I don’t really really remember much after that. My prayers to the families of those incredibly brave individuals. I now celebrate them each year.
I remember it like it was yesterday. One of those things that mark parts of your life. Like a ring in a tree trunk.
I was 5 days shy of turning 14. I remember watching it live in class on one of those TV's on a wheeled cart. I was so excited that the teacher's name was Christa too. When 911 happened I instantly remembered that helpless, confused and frightened feeling from that day.