I was 10, and I happened to be in Germany, of all places.
Not in Berlin, mind you, but one of the US military bases. My family and another family we were friends with were on a two week-long vacation through Germany and then down into Italy, staying at the various US military bases along the way, and that happened like our second or third night in Germany (This is when we lived in Paris, so it's not like we flew across the ocean for this trip). I THINK the base was the hilariously-named Rammstein air force base, bit I could be wrong. I might be thinking of THAT base because that was the one we'd go to every couple of months to do our big shopping excursion for American groceries (France never let America put permanent bases in her borders).
Anyway, we watched the thing live on German TV, and people were outside celebrating on the base, lighting off fireworks, so I remember going to see that. My cousin Kelly was 24 and was living with us, and she and her boyfriend up and drove to Berlin as opposed to continuing on the trip with the rest of us, and she brought back three big pieces of the Wall for me that I still have to this day.
Mainly I remember my dad just telling me a couple times that I was witnessing history and would always remember that night...and he was right.
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