I turned 38 yesterday. I thought about the terror sex and the anticipated baby boom the news people are talking about. I was a Cuban Missile Crisis baby. My Dad was at MacDill AFB in Tampa navigating the planes with the "big as cars" nukes on board.
When you look in my baby book there are several large clippings of JFK and John-John. I was a new-born when he was killed.
My kindergarten year we were stationed at Clark AFB in the Phillippines. My Dad was always meeting my Uncles and cousins on their way to Viet Nam. They'd have a drink together at the officer's club. I remember our house being tear gassed in the middle of the night. We think one of our guys had gotten out of hand at the local bar. The MP's subdued him with gas but the breeze carried it to us. We had a 15 year old live-in nanny. She raised us while my Mom had a nervous break down.
I'm sure y'all had the same experiences.
30 years ago we moved to South Carolina and things are tame. I still have my bicentennial Schwinn 10 speed. I remember Kiddles and Crissie dolls, and dressing preppy and drinking beer legally at 18.
I visited the WTC when I participated in an exchange program with Manhassett HS. They knew about grits but boiled peanuts and southern style BBQ were a surprise.