I was in Mrs. McNamara's 4th grade class at Blossom Hill Elementary School in Los Gatos, California. We had just come back from GATE. My illegitimate step-second-cousin (or is that first cousin once removed?) was on the back-up crew for the flight. Mrs. McNamara's right pinky finger was painted with gold leaf, but the rest of her fingernails were rust-red with gold shimmer. And she was wearing a kelly-green tent dress. The principal came in and whispered something to Mrs. McNamara. Things were suddenly very serious. She told us that something very sad had occurred, and that some of us might feel very overwhelmed and that the school would help us reach our parents if we needed to. Then she said that the space shuttle Challenger had exploded. A television was wheeled into the room on a cart so we could all watch the thing happen over and over and over again. Have no idea what I was wearing.