I think I was in Fourth grade in Mr. Ernst's class. This was in Dover DE. I remember all of the kids being so silent and wondering what to think when the boosters blew. I knew something was wrong even before they said anything... It just didn't look right. If you think about it, that sight (the rockets going in dif directions and smoke) is kinda like the towers falling. You just saw it sooo damn many times that you got jaded to it. It disgusted me back then, as does the sight of the falling towers now.
