Days you will never forget...

God I remember that day well. Was a really sunny day, had just comeout of school and one of my friends ran into the yard and told everyone what happened. We legged it down to his house and couldnt believe the pictures we were seeing on Sky News, just watching these planes fly into buildings like a movie, but it was so real. Ill never forget it..

I remember the London bombings aswell, was at work and had just gone for teabreak - turned on the radio and it was dominating every station. Reminded me instantly of 9/11 but for some reason didnt seem as big of a deal, I have no idea why I feel like that though..

On the flipside though, there are the good days as well. Most memorable day of my life was the day Man Utd won the champions league final in 1999. I was only 12 at the time but I was always mad into football. I was bawling my eyes out eating a plate of chips when United scored. I jumped up, chips and bits of broken plate went everywhere and I was roaring my head off like a tool. I was still running around the place when I heard the commentators roar again, and my Liverpool fan of a brother shouting "Poxy f*ckers!!", I ran back into the living room... 2-1. What else need I say?

the day I rode yore ma !

it was gonna happen, you did post in AH

ill never forget new years eve 1999, i went to the pub with my brother and 10 mins later there was a power cut that lasted for hours, we all thought that the millenium bug was real and kicking in, missed the lighting up ceremony and couldnt get ant more drink in the pub, was spitting feathers. then at midnight on 01/01/2000 the deafening noise of fireworks was just amazing, i will never forget that day

I won't forget today.

One of my dearest friends rang to say her father has slipped into a coma and the family have been told to say their good bye's.

She's in Israel, her father has fought a short battle with cancer and I want to be there with/for her.

I've been dreading this phone call. The next will be far, far worse

911. Was in new york. Queens. Crazy day. Remember the panic and confusion. And the lets get the fcuk outta here vibe.

Other than that my first ride. Again panic and confusion and lets get the fcuk otuta here vibe. She was a sweaty hairy mess.

Before anyone else. Your Ma!

I remember the Omagh bombings quite well. I was about 14 and I was at this weird praise Jesus camp in the UK and they announced it at this praise service thing and then everyone said that's terrible and then continued being all happy clappy and praising jesus. I just looked around and thought, how can you be all happy after hearing that. That's when I lost my faith! I remember I was in RE class in 6th year when 9-11 happened and my RE teacher (the smug b**tard) was loving telling us! my leaving cert results was a pretty memorable day too.