It's 20 years since the wall came down. I can't quite comprehend that we are looking back as History at something that I lived through and remember. I was 12 when the wall came down. I was always interested in the "Iron Curtain" and the communists who were hiding behind it. I wasn't scared about the nuclear threat - I was interested in how they lived and how (as I saw it through my young eyes) they could be all equal when there were presidents and spies and the like.
Seeing the footage and pictures of all the people crossing the wall is just amazing even from 20 years in the future. At the time I remember thinking "What if I was one of them?". Would I have been there at the front trying to get through, running the risk of being shot or arrested by the guards? I was still at school so probably wouldn't have but if I'd been older would I have spoken out about the regime made my face one of many in the crowd.
Looking back at the pictures of the people crossing the wall makes me emotional about what they achieved but I also can't help a little chuckle at the late 80s haircuts and denims - this wasn't something I remember noticing at the time. Even at momentous occasions in history I get distracted by hair and clothes.
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