Growing up in Pearl City... I could see some of Pearl Harbor from my front yard. It was a constant reminder for me as a kid.
I went out to the Memorial countless times. Had to take a boat to get to it. One time, the person driving the boat (It was their 1st solo run) hit some rocks and our boat started sinking. I wasn't scared at all because I basically lived in the water... but there were older people on the boat freaking out. I don't remember which ones I told, but I started telling jokes to try and get people's minds off of it. Another boat got to us before ours sank and we didn't have to swim back. One of those memories that you never forget.