I grew up in PA. I was in 3rd grade and was at home because I was sick. I was laying on the couch in front of the TV. My mother had the the TV on to watch the event. I remember the replay of the explosion and my mother crying.

I went into school the next day. When prayers started for the tragedy, I started crying. I was the only one in my class that saw the explosion because I was sick at home.

As an adult I lived in FL. In the town I lived, a school was named Christa McAuliffe. The memories came flooding back when I heard the name in conversation.