Nemo Posted May 17, 2007 Share Posted May 17, 2007 Nothing... It's just that this is my post number 1965 and that was also the year when I was born. So I thought it deserved its own thread. Since this is the "Questions that don't fit anywhere" forum, here it goes. Where were you and what were you doing in 1965? I was been born in Philadelphia while my dad was going to grad school at Temple. He finished his M.A. and right after graduation he took my lil' (then) Philadelphian a$$ back to The Pearl of the Caribbean. I was about one month old. Haven't been back to Philly since, except to the airport. How 'bout you? 1965 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
davidball Posted May 18, 2007 Share Posted May 18, 2007 I was five years old . . . probably reading "Atlas Shrugged". Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fireant Posted May 18, 2007 Share Posted May 18, 2007 You will like this one Nemo.....I was not even a thought in my parents mind yet! Dad was too busy in Vietnam at that time. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gameplayer Posted May 18, 2007 Share Posted May 18, 2007 Two years old in 1965. I do know that is when I received my first stitches (forehead) when my sister pushed me into a coffee table. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jaxshooter Posted May 18, 2007 Share Posted May 18, 2007 I was 15 years old and in high school dating a girl who was older and had a car. She picked me up when we went out on dates. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dajarrel Posted May 18, 2007 Share Posted May 18, 2007 I was 12 years old and in the 6th grade. dj Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jake Di Vita Posted May 18, 2007 Share Posted May 18, 2007 -19 years old. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AikiDale Posted May 18, 2007 Share Posted May 18, 2007 Freshman year of High School. Reading Freud's Beyond the Pleasure Principle. One of the priests said I wasn't old enough to understand Freud. I said I didn't think I would ever be old enough to understand priests. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GentlemanJim Posted May 18, 2007 Share Posted May 18, 2007 The year my grandfather gave me my first rifle (30 30) Also the year I killed my first deer I was a young man of eight years. Jim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
iainmcphersn Posted May 18, 2007 Share Posted May 18, 2007 Up to February 2, I enjoyed the comfort of my mother's womb. Apparently I had been scheduled to leave a couple of weeks earlier but I was happy to remain. Unable to evict me by conventional methods, the wall of my domicile was breached and I was dragged screaming from my home. The rest of 1965 was spent learning how to live on the outside. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Slowhand Posted May 18, 2007 Share Posted May 18, 2007 I was thirteen and spent my summer mowing grass and fishing every spare minute. I did not know it at the time but my first car was built that year. Four years later I was the proud owner of a dark metallic green 1965 Mustang with the small block 289. Only 21,000 mi. Now the memories are flowing. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nik Habicht Posted May 18, 2007 Share Posted May 18, 2007 conceived...... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Flatland Shooter Posted May 18, 2007 Share Posted May 18, 2007 I was 13 years old. Old enough to know that girls were "cool", but not old enough to know just why they were "cool". Now many years later and I'm almost to the point where I remember that girls were "cool", but wondering why I thought they were cool. The curse continues. Bill Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
scooterj Posted May 18, 2007 Share Posted May 18, 2007 -2yrs Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gwhiz Posted May 18, 2007 Share Posted May 18, 2007 9 years old shooting an army colt in 38 special with my grandfather. And sometimes his baby browning in 25auto. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DMS42 Posted May 18, 2007 Share Posted May 18, 2007 Geez, a bunch of newbies. In 1965 I was 23 and stationed in Germany as a Medic in an Armored Battalion. One of my fond memories took place on the pistol range. I was doing some practice with the BN pistol team when the BN Exec Officer called me over and asked me when the Division Pistol matches were. My answer was 25 Nov. His next question was "When is your rotation date?" My answer--8 Nov. I was told to turn in the gear and get off the range. The next day there I was just happily blazing away on the pistol range when the XO showed up and wanted to know what I was doing since he had told me to get off the pistol team. My answer was that I was covering the range as the Medic and since I liked to shoot they were letting me get some shooting in. He just turned around and walked away shaking his head. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Front Man Posted May 18, 2007 Share Posted May 18, 2007 9, and this time of year I was probably on a tractor of some kind! Good Times! FM Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
whizz Posted May 18, 2007 Share Posted May 18, 2007 I was 4 years old and busy asking my older sisters and brother questions about the surrounding world, letters, numbers and stuff... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
9x21 Posted May 18, 2007 Share Posted May 18, 2007 (edited) 7 years old, in first grade. Mr Pouchy was the janitor, he carried a big set of keys, you could always hear him coming................. Fast forward to today, I'm a Supermarket Store Manager, who carries a small set of keys. I wonder if they hear me coming? The circle of life? Thanks for the flashback Nemo! Edited May 18, 2007 by 9x21 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dan Sierpina Posted May 18, 2007 Share Posted May 18, 2007 11 years old in the 6th grade, looking forward to summer vacation! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Singlestack Posted May 18, 2007 Share Posted May 18, 2007 7 years old, in first grade. +1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
No.343 Posted May 18, 2007 Share Posted May 18, 2007 I was born in 1965 in Aguadilla, "the pearl of the Caribbean", Puerto Rico Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
revchuck Posted May 18, 2007 Share Posted May 18, 2007 It was a pivotal year for me. I was 13. My Dad died that summer; my Mom had died the year before, so my godparents (my Mom's sister and her husband) took me in and finished raising me - a thankless task for sure, and the poor results belie the effort they put into it. It involved me leaving suburban Long Island for rural Pennsylvania, changing from Catholic elementary school to public junior high school, and just basically standing my life on its head. I literally wouldn't be where I am now had it not been for the changes I underwent that year. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
San_Esteban Posted May 18, 2007 Share Posted May 18, 2007 I spent 1965 at Hahn AB Germany as a guidence tech on the Mace A system. I was nowhere near Philly, honest. Later, Steve Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mlmiller1 Posted May 18, 2007 Share Posted May 18, 2007 I was 5, turned 6 in Clovis, New Mexico. I was either chasing bugs to squash, burning ants with my magnifying glass, or asking my parents "why?" Not a bad place or a bad time all in all! I've never been to philly, at least not yet, anyway. MLM Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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