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The Challenger Explosion Is the Day My Brain Broke

Life continued to move on for others after this tragedy, but something within me grinded to a halt

Illustration: Anshika Khullar

I remember it as 1984.

I remember it as the third grade, three months before the new tire swing on the playground. Before the contest to see who could spin the fastest and the longest…

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