My mother and I walked to the sea wall (El Malecon) in Havana during the naval blockade. We could see the ships patrolling just off shore and I remember my mom praying that they would invade and free Cuba.
Helluva story.
My mom told me that she had wondered if I would ever have the chance to be born. And there I was, at the tail end of the crisis. They had tried for years to have another kid.
My mom was 34 at the time of my birth. Which at the time, raised a few eyebrows. You were supposed to be done with stuff like that in your twenties.
My brother is 11 years and my sister is 8 years older than me. I probably would have been built in the late 50’s. LOL