June 1999 was when a lot of things happen to me. Well, things that mattered.
It was my last peaceful holiday in my hometown before years of continued riots would break.
It was the last time I saw my grandmother happy.
It was when the realization of how much I loved her hit me hard.
It was when she finally instilled in me the joy of hard work. I woke up at 5 am to help her with the store. Imagine that :)
It was the last time I slept in my childhood bed. The house was burnt down during the riot afterward.
It was the end of an era - I stopped being a child then, the maturing process is ongoing still but my starting point was June 1999.