SARAH ARNOLD, 28

I was born in Enniskillen in 1989, almost two years after the atrocious Poppy Day bomb that took 11 lives and shattered many more – with hindsight, a turning point of the Troubles.

I have vague memories of Army checkpoints, of queuing to cross the border, of watching the news before school, hearing terrible things that had happened the night before, but they’re much different to those of my parents. They spent their youth under near-constant threat; town centres had gates which were closed at night to prevent bombings and shootings.

My career prospects are different too; the Good Friday Agreement opened up opportunities to my generation that didn’t exist for those before. A wealth of tech firms have set up, the television and film industry (where I work) is thriving, and each month it seems another hotel opens in Belfast, as tourists flock to the Giant’s Causeway and the Dark Hedges (the King’s Road in Game of Thrones).

Peace means people mix without suspicion – I’m from the Protestant community but my closest friends have nationalist backgrounds. It has never mattered to us; I hope that lasts.