I was walking into my biology class, 11th grade wearing acid washed jeans with about twenty holes in them and sporting a mullet that even Billy would have envied.

I remember thinking that the accident was going to slow the space program down drastically. I was already chafing at how slow NASA had been progressing since 1972 and the Apollo missions. And sure enough 25 years later and we still haven't done anything outside LEO.

25 years! It sure did creep up on me.