02-03-2003, 12:30 PM
The "First Time", at least for me was January of 1967, I was a toddler, but I knew something was terribly wrong from the way my parents were behaving. In '86, I was watching the launch on TV and standing in the doorway of my central Florida apartment watching the smoke trail. When she exploded, my Mom called to ask me if that was normal, I explained what little any of us knew at the time, ading that someone had obviously F*cked up and killed them all. This time, I was at faire and, like Bonnie, didn't know anything about it until evening.