One time when I was 10 my teacher rolled in a TV and made us watch some building fall over on the news. I thought it was boring and wanted to go back to learning stuff. But then afterwards all the grown-ups, and I mean like, all the grown-ups got really really angry and weird, like I would say things like that I don't want to knock over other people's buildings and they said that meant I was a terrorist.
But, did they also gather the whole school in the cafeteria to watch, via those same TV carts, the first teacher and mother take off for space — only to have the shuttle explode in real-time? That was an interesting thing to see: hundreds of students looking to their nearest adult and finding emotionally-glitching humans only.
Oh, man. What a day that was. I was in first grade, still too young to understand that there were people in that thing and that those people died.
When we watched it blow up like fireworks, I don't think we realized that wasn't what it was supposed to do. Our poor teacher had to process it pretty quickly so she could explain it to us.