I was coming out of preschool. Everyone heard a loud BOOM, assuming it was a sonic boom, nobody thought much, until we realized that there was no shuttle coming home that day, but one going up. We all looked up to see a big flaming mass of not a lot in the sky, with stuff going in all directions. I was so little not a lot went through my head, i just knew some astronauts died. Thats when i knew i didn't want to be one. My mom was a wreck.

Those of you who lived in florida then know what i'm talking about.