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I was fourteen. Growing up on the mean streets of Placentia, CA. I had a job that summer working as a janitor for the local school district cleaning floors, scrubbing chalkboards, scraping gum from under desks and making use of idle hands.
 
I don't think I could find a picture and even if I could, I don't have a scanner.

But let's see, summer of 1984, I was working as an EMT and going to school (to eventually become a paramedic), and working at a restaurant. I was married, but no kids at that time. I had just got out of the Army that summer.

I'm still working as a "fill-in" at the same hospital I was working at as an EMT back then, which seems so weird now that I think about it. That's a long time!
 
In 84 at 31 years old with a 7 year old and an 11 year old. Had moved into the house I'm still in spending days at the lake. Marital discourse was soon to follow.
 
I was 9, so I was probably playing with my Atari, (and wishing I had a cool Colecovision like my buddy Dan) , watching Paul Molitor, Robin Yount, Cecil Cooper, and Rollie Fingers, riding bikes and building forts with my buddies, and other stuff than 9-year-olds do.
 
In 84 at 31 years old with a 7 year old and an 11 year old. Had moved into the house I'm still in spending days at the lake. Marital discourse was soon to follow.
Lot in common. How's 60 treating you?

With your first at 20, you must have been married about the same time as us. Too bad it didn't work out. 40 years last December.

Damn, where'd the time go?

:drunk:
 
JonM said:
I was 9, so I was probably playing with my Atari, (and wishing I had a cool Colecovision like my buddy Dan) , watching Paul Molitor, Robin Yount, Cecil Cooper, and Rollie Fingers, riding bikes and building forts with my buddies, and other stuff than 9-year-olds do.

Same here
 
Just moved to Santa Fe NM. Followed my future wife down there who had moved 2 months earlier. Loved Santa Fe but was too far from home and my then 3 y/o daughter. So we eventually moved back to Wisconsin. This was taken just before my move to NM. Where did the time and hair go? Cheers!

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I was nine. Likely trading baseball cards, looking forward to Doc Gooden pitching his next start. Pretty sure I was really into a game called Crossbows and Catapults right around that time.

C&C was friggin AWESOME.


I was in 6th grade... I was really discovering music for the first time.. up to that point it had been old twangy bluegrass from my dad and folky (Dylan, Simon & Garfunkle) and the Beatles from my mom.

"Footloose" really spoke to me.. that was my town. Seriously.. dancing was sin, music was sin, everything that had anything to do with anything even remotely fun was sin. I started "collecting" tapes... anything and everything I could get ahold of... Van Halen, ZZ Top, Tina Turner, Phil Collins, KISS, Culture Club, Duran Duran, Laura Branigan, Hall and Oates.. a whole smorgasbord of genres and styles..

I rode my bike EVERYWHERE, was always out playing in the woods. My neighbor and I were still friends at that point and we built forts and bunkers and at one point attempted to build a cave...

The world was so huge and so magical. Every closet had a hidden passage to Narnia.. Xanth was just a day's walk away..

Night Court
Miami Vice! EPIC.
A View To A Kill

I remember there was a lot of nuclear testing going on. Rumors flew that Loring AFB in Limestone, Maine would be the first target the USSR would hit. "Duck and cover". Really?

It was also the year that I figured out that mom and dad were miserable together. Mom would jokingly say that they'd never get a divorce because neither of them wanted custody of my sister and I. But after awhile, she said it so much that I started to believe her... you really can't bullsh*t kids.

All-in-all, it was a great year. And I would give pretty much anything to be back there.
 
Lot in common. How's 60 treating you?

With your first at 20, you must have been married about the same time as us. Too bad it didn't work out. 40 years last December.

Damn, where'd the time go?

:drunk:

Yep, started young. Finally divorced in '90, I kept the house and kids so all is good with me. She just got bat **** crazy. I've been with a great woman since 91 so life is good.

Congratulations on your 40 years.

And as far as the time goes, if you don't pay attention it just disappears.

Cheers
 
And as far as the time goes, if you don't pay attention it just disappears.



My dad passed away earlier this year. Since then, I've been obsessed with how old he was when this or that happened. It blows my mind that he was 5-6 years younger than I am now when he was coaching my baseball team in 1984.

How was that 30 years ago?
 
My dad passed away earlier this year. Since then, I've been obsessed with how old he was when this or that happened. It blows my mind that he was 5-6 years younger than I am now when he was coaching my baseball team in 1984.

How was that 30 years ago?

My dad died July '03. Interesting how the view of life changes when you get over the hill.
 
In 1984 I was living in an Athabaskan Indian village in Interior Alaska, teaching school and learning a great deal about the world and myself.
 
Whut said:
Where were you? That's me, on the right, cliff jumping at the temple of Poseidon in southern Greece.

What made you chose that year?

I was 10. Just about to start my first year at a new elementary school. My dad started letting me split a Budweiser with my brother on taco night!
 
I was 14, in 8th grade and had just discovered how to jerk off to dirty magazines...

I admit.. my path to hedonism started with the underwear section of the JC Penny catalog.. then I discovered National Geographic.. have always had a thing for black girls since then..

My first dirty magazine came along somewhere around 82.. And I had it up until I moved back to Maine from NC a few years ago. It got lost somewhere along the way.. Needless to say, I was pretty devastated.. there just ain't furbush like that anymore.

:ban:
 

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