http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Space_Shuttle_Challenger_disaster 30 years. I've been hiding from it a bit today. I've always thought I was in second grade, but realized yesterday that based on visual memory and my current age, I was actually in third grade. We were in music class; we were listening live on the radio because there weren't enough TVs to go around and the music room had its own dedicated stereo system. I still don't understand why we weren't all watching in a schoolwide assembly but I guess I should be glad we weren't. Space and NASA were a big part of my growing up, as was science in general, at least until my father left when I was 10. I had books, magazine articles, posters, a sticker of the mission patch. A telescope. I had a record of space mission communications, as in a big vinyl record-player record, that had somehow been pressed so the top layer was clear and had an image of a space shuttle taking off visible underneath. I had never remembered a life where American humans weren't going to space, never remembered a life without space shuttles, and would never have believed at that age that we'd ever stop going. I never knew a time when *women* weren't going to space. The thought that I or one of my classmates might go to space someday seemed eminently achievable, possibly even foregone. I remember sitting in the classroom listening up until the explosion, I remember the numb shock afterward, but I don't remember the actual moment of the explosion, how it was that we got back to our classroom, anything else that happened the rest of that day. I do remember that our teacher didn't turn off the radio right away - it was too big, too important, to just turn away from, to not listen to the aftermath. I think she talked about where she was when JFK was shot, to help us know that we'd never forget but also that it would get better.