It is funny how I remember certain things as if they were yesterday, and then it seems like who years are missing from my memory.
January 28, 1986 is a day I remember quite well.
On January 28, 1986 I skipped school with Bryan, Eric, and my brother. We found out later that day the space shuttle had blown up.
If I remember right, Bryans truck had a flat tire as we were going through burger king for breakfast that morning. We agreed a flat tire was a good reason to skip school.
What did we do with our free time? We ended up shooting pine cones out of trees with 22 rifles for a couple of hours. I bought my Ruger 10/22 the day I turned 18 years old – January 17, 1986. I was itching to take my new rifle out and shoot something, so why not shoot pine cones?
After we got tired of shooting pine cones, we went to Erics house to watch TV. It was at this time we saw the news that the space shuttle had blown up.
Eric was upset because he changed the TV channel and his moms soap opera did not record on the VCR. Maybe “upset” is not the best word to describe the situation. Eric was on the edge of being in tears. He was worried his mother was going to beat him when she found out he skipped school.