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.
There’s a big cake mix manufacturing plant near where I grew up, and I knew a lot of people who worked there. They all confirmed that the only difference between the name brand cake mix and the store brand they made was the box they put it into at the end of the process.