At this precise moment 15 years ago, I was deep inside Castle Buildings at Stormont waiting for the finishing touches to be put on the Good Friday Agreement.
Anyone who was there that day - or outside with Ian Paisley shouting abuse - will never forget it. And despite the often bumpy ride that Northern Ireland has had since then, it's been a very good thing for the place I will always call home.
One of the most challenging issues was decommissioning or, for the uninitiated, paramilitary groups giving up their weapons.
Yesterday I mentioned the late, great Richard Whiteley whom I was fortunate to meet several times before his death in 2005. I even got him to phone my mum once.
"So everything is being held up by these terrorists?" he asked.
"Yes," I replied.
Richard thought about this for a second before coming out with a line which, for me, makes him immortal: "What a bunch of c***s!"