Twenty-five years ago today, I was fifteen years old. I awoke and went to the family room in order to turn on the Today Show and watch the morning news. I vividly remember as the image filled the screen, and there was Tom Brokaw standing, as he had done many times before, in front of the Berlin Wall. But behind him, the wall was covered by a swarm of people, and . . .
I started yelling for my mother, and she came running through the house, wondering what was wrong, and I said, "Look" and pointed toward the television screen. And she looked and said, "Oh!"
And then we stood there before the television screen, holding each other, and crying.