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I was at work, second floor of a two-story office. The head of the company kept a TV in his office, and he ran upstairs to tell everybody that the Challenger had exploded, and that they were showing it on TV. Everybody streamed downstairs, except me. I had no doubt that it had happened. But I needed to think about it right then, and grieve, much more than I needed to actually see it.
I waited a couple of days to actually watch the footage. It was actually quite hard to watch television and _not_ see the Challenger blow up, so often was the accident replayed.
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