I was in my teens over mid-winter break and my father had taken me down to Florida to watch a Space Shuttle launch since I loved the space program so much.
Every day for the week we had gotten up before dawn, trudged out in the cold and driven to the Visitor's Center to be bused out to the Visitor viewing area on the peninsula across from the launching area.
I remember when it launched everyone cheering, and then it exploded and people were confused that it didn't look right.
The bus driver who had seen lots of the launches already immediately knew something had gone wrong, and then we were all stuck there for a few hours while everything was locked down.
Somewhere I might even have a Kodak Disc with shots of the launch and explosion, but I fear those pictures have been lost to time except in my memory (and in truth, they weren't that great).
As a long time fan of Richard Feynman (my father had read me his first book as bed time stories), I kept following the news as all of my major focuses at the time converged and overlapped.