I was one of two(!) kids who walked to my school this day only to find the doors locked.
Mourning the death of the three Apollo 1 astronauts in a training accident. Terrible accident, and it impacted me greatly.
In Kindergarten, chasing Kimberly Cutler with a pair of "kids scissors" in each hand pretending to be a crab, then off to the office, followed by a premature trip home with mom. Might not be the EXACT day.... Jedi
2 years old, in a rural Greek village, getting ready to come to the greatest country on earth. GOD BLESS AMERICA!!
Townsend - No - I didn't know any of the astronauts, but I was 16 years old and space was all I could think about. It's hard to understand today what the "space race" was back then. When President Kennedy said we'd land a man on the moon before 1970, with no idea how to get it done, it changed the way many people viewed everything. Suddenly anything was possible, and each person was empowered to reach for the stars - literally and figuratively. I believe that a lot of the 1960s culture was born through the idea that we could actually figure a way to land on the moon, and if we could do that we could do anything - cure cancer, feed the world, you name it; it was possible. When the astronauts died, it was like a dream was shattered. When the facts of the accident were made public, the euphoria of being young and invincible was replaced with sadness and doubt. I never forgot those days, or the feeling it left with me. It made we remember to "measure twice, cut once"; it made me appreciate every minute with my family and friends, and it has served me well for all these 45 years to put things in perspective. Nostalgia rant over - but it remains as alive today as it was 45 years ago.
Junior in high school, thinking about cars and chicks when I should have been paying attention in class.
Still in heaven waiting to get sent into my father's loin! --- - Ken B. posted this from his iPhone using Tapatalk.
I was tunneling our way out of the house, the drifts were well over the eves. Spent hours, getting about a block (on foot of course) to the local grocery store and back. Made a lot of money, shoveling driveways.
"Helping" dad shovel (I was 6). Don't remember if school was cancelled but it was a short walk to the end of the block. Funny, 20+" of snow seemed a LOT deeper then
at that point pretty sure i would have been cells in 2 different people who hadn't yet slept together.. though I think they knew each other
