Divisions and Precisions

No words

Every January 28th I think about Challenger. This year was no different. That was three days ago.

I feel thirteen again, hearing about Challenger from my dad when he picked me up from school. But then sometimes suddenly I'm eight, remembering all the excitement surrounding Columbia's first mission. A reusable space craft! It was a marvel of an idea to us then, and it still is today.

None of the coverage has upset me to the point of crying, until I saw this.