History made. Memories forged, adults crying tears of joy. A culture released from the ever-present feeling that we were considered " different ".
The absolute chest-swelling pride we felt: that pride is a lasting legacy. We as a culture within a culture feel, almost, a sense being vindicated. Over the top ?...Well, not for me.
Stories handed down through generations will never die. Those stories, that history is what defines us. A culture united by a common bond.
Speaking for myself, that period in our history simply lives in my soul.....And we ain't finished yet.....dreams and songs to sing ?...you bet !