I remember where I was when I heard the Challenger blew up as a kid better than hearing about the start of 9/11 as an adult. It left such an impression. They sent up a teacher. A nice teacher that all her kids loved. And she died.
I learned about it during lunch at school and the gasp that went through the room is a sound I’ll never forget.
I remember seeing my first ever 256 color image file and was blown away by how ‘realistic’ it was. It was a parrot stretching out and I stared at that image nearly every day for like a year until the floppy it was stored on died.
I was on the playground with my elementary school class.
All the other kids started cheering like it was a fireworks display, me and the teacher got grey and quiet real quick (my dad was in aerospace and I was old enough to understand death).
Oh, I remember Challenger. Third grade, my teacher was so excited to show us the launch because of Christa McAuliffe, and then ba-boom. She had this visceral, horrified look on her face that left an indelible impression on me to this day. It was that look that really helped me understand the meaning of death.
She left the TV on, and I’m glad she didn’t try to shield us from what had happened…kids need to learn about these things, and that was the ultimate learning moment.
Watching the Challenger burn up.
Nuclear war drills hiding under my desk.
Game related - monochrome monitors
I remember where I was when I heard the Challenger blew up as a kid better than hearing about the start of 9/11 as an adult. It left such an impression. They sent up a teacher. A nice teacher that all her kids loved. And she died.
I learned about it during lunch at school and the gasp that went through the room is a sound I’ll never forget.
Four color CGA was amazing, right?
I remember it was a constant “can graphics get better?” Lol
I miss discharging the static on a monitor with my hand. Good times.
I remember seeing my first ever 256 color image file and was blown away by how ‘realistic’ it was. It was a parrot stretching out and I stared at that image nearly every day for like a year until the floppy it was stored on died.
Holy crap I haven’t thought about this in years.
I was on the playground with my elementary school class.
All the other kids started cheering like it was a fireworks display, me and the teacher got grey and quiet real quick (my dad was in aerospace and I was old enough to understand death).
I think that’s when I started getting bullied.
Oh, I remember Challenger. Third grade, my teacher was so excited to show us the launch because of Christa McAuliffe, and then ba-boom. She had this visceral, horrified look on her face that left an indelible impression on me to this day. It was that look that really helped me understand the meaning of death.
She left the TV on, and I’m glad she didn’t try to shield us from what had happened…kids need to learn about these things, and that was the ultimate learning moment.