no kidding - 63 here.
I was still trying to find out how many baseball cards I could attach to the spokes of my bike to make that neat sound.
You have a few years on me. 1963 was the year I started to school.
I remember my Mother having the radio on in the kitchen while I ate breakfast. Seems like I heard “She Wore Blue Velvet” every morning . . . Bobby Vinton, right?