I had just had a baby and was in the hospital. My husband came in with the things I'd asked him to bring from home. He said "I have bad news. They lost the Shuttle." My brain couldn't comprehend that, so I said, "W-where did it go? They can't find it?" He said, "No, it blew up." In my overly hormonal emotional state, I had to keep switching channels on TV because I couldn't deal with seeing it. Finally I watched it about 10 pm. It looked like something evil had taken it over, with horns sprouting from it (the solud-rocket boosters shooting blindly upward).

Needless to say, I will never forget that.