I remember. I was ten. My mother woke me up to watch what was happening on television. I thought they were rowdy teenagers tearing up a grafiti covered wall. She explained to me that the people had been divided from each other for many years. Family members were separated from one another. She said on one side of the wall, the people were not free. On the other side of the wall, the people were free. She told me that if the people who were not free tried to leave, and get to the free side, they would be shot.
I still remember the images of people tearing down the wall and climbing over it and top of it. That Christmas, one of my presents was a piece of the Berlin Wall. It was an emotional experience to see it being torn down, and something I am glad to have been old enough to witness (I realize that makes me "past it", lol).