But 25 years really isn't that long. A quarter of a century. Most of us were alive then, and even remember where we were and what exactly we were doing on that day. I was in elementary school, but I remember the news reports with the pictures of all the people dancing on the wall, with their bottles of champaign. Of course, I didn't really know what it all meant, but I did know enough to know that something really important had just happened.
Germans remember that day as that moment when they knew they were living in history at that very second. They all have vivid memories of where exactly they were, and what they were thinking, and how they just couldn't believe that it had actually happened! We don't get to experience many days like that in our lives, and with the Mauerfall, it's maybe even more poignant, because it was not meant to happen. It just did; all the forces of luck and happenstance and confusion and miscommunication collided in one place and the wall came tumbling down.