That was the year I started college. Oh and stood up the donald for a second date.

It was wonderful time, so young, so full of life.

Not that it matters, but since you brought it up . . .no std of any kind.

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I was young, visited England, had a steady job, just an unstressful year.

I'm from Columbus, too, btw, Ohiosmith.

I was from the North End! Now known as Short North.

Art school, The Boston Tea Party, weed, luuds, rock bands, anti war marches.

Not much has changed....lol

"He looks like a narc."

Not that I was paranoid or anything.

Kitty rolls like a pro.

Rolling with 2 papers was a pain in the ass. We usually opted for toilet paper rolls and aluminum foil. My fave was hash in a water pipe.

Granny Smith's were the best!

I think I made my best decisions high.

We can snort it!

The drugs got him.

food! Oh,...and toilet paper! The Shell station locks the washroom doors now!

1968. I was 16 and it was the last year before the end of my innocence.

Literally and figuratively.

Thinking about it makes me sad, and so that's all I can write.

Sometimes I can listen to music from that year and go back there mentally. It's way cool, even if it's not real and just for a little while.

took me to a sad place as well. Reading everyone else's happy memories, made me realize that I did have some great years too.

I have a few years that I could life happily over and over.

My first year in college was a hard partying time. I wonder how I made the dean's list.

Lots of bad things happened to me and mine that year. The only compensation was that Christmas that year was fantastic.

Hippie art student, just enjoying being young and free. It was the best of times!

Late teens and early 20's.

I would go back in a second, nothing but good times.

I would buy the haunted house we were renting, that was great old house.

Graduated college, but that was the only good thing for most of that year. There are multiple things I'd do over.

All glory to being 9 years old.

but I think I liked 1967 better. I think maybe 1971 was my all-time favorite though.

Met the love of my life just finished undergrad and had my first "real" job. That was a great year.

What I would give to have that year back.

Had been out of college for a couple of years and working hard. Had saved some cash and moved to Key West to be a beach bum for a while. Time of my life.

It not only was the year America got it's first black president and the first time I could ever vote, but it was also my last year in high school. There were many opportunities that I now regret passing up. I regret not keeping contact with any of my high school friends, I regret not being more aggressive in pursuing girls, and I regret not trying harder to get a driver's license. Now that I'm in college, I don't know anyone anymore; I have literally nobody to hang out with in my spare time. Also because I made the mistake of waiting for the girls to come to me, I didn't get a prom date, and I had to look for someone online once I graduated high school. Shyness can really be a person's worst enemy in their adolescent years.

My senior year of college. Had so much fun in the early part of the year and then in the summer I met my boy .
Good times!

1965 -- A great one, last of the old, and the new was new...Ford Mustangs, Pontiac GTOs, drive-ins, British Invasion and some of the best music of all time, learning to play guitar and harmonica, first serious girlfriend, longboard surfing, astronomy and star-gazing, long summer nights cruising Sunset Strip in my parents' black Lincoln Continental (w/black leather interior -- a fine date ride!)...a perfect year to be a kid. Whenever I can't sleep, I just cast back to '65, and all's right with the world.

1967 -- Art school! Away from home and parents! Playing in a band (and a good one at that), discovering blues and roots music, photography, sweet times with three terrific girlfriends, crazy summer job assembling baby strollers, meeting my art-prof mentor who became my best friend (a friendship that lasted until his death three years ago), going to see Antonioni's "Blow-Up" three times, being a regular at the Ash Grove, a folk/blues club that featured the likes of Lightning Hopkins, Bukka White, Son House, Furry Lewis, Taj Mahal and Ry Cooder, the real stuff...Monterey Pop, the beautiful early trajectory of the hippie movement before it got co-opted; tooling around in my girlfriend's red Sunbeam Alpine (Maxwell Smart's car)... another fine, vintage year, one that calls the heart frequently.

Then I got married and missed some of those experiences you described. All was right with the world, nevertheless.

And when my cousin asks me if his eyes are supposed to look like that, (one dialated and the other constricted) I would drive him to the nearest doctor and maybe prevent the stroke that took him one month later. RIP Bud.

I was single, loving it, and living on the coolest barge in the coolest neighborhood ever. The neat thing was that I knew at the time that it was magnificent.

Strangely enough, while the last two months have been some of the hardest for me, ever, I'm starting to see a glimmer: I'm single again, beginning to love it and living on that same barge in that same neighborhood.

... graduated high school, moved away to college and came home at midterms.

I wish my parents would have told me to STAY THE FUCK THERE, or that I'd taken my HS German teacher's advice seriously and gone into the Military/Language School to become a translator.

My life would have a completely different trajectory & I could be living in Prague, married to the retired European hockey player of my choice ...

Specific DAYS or weeks, however, I'd re-live for sure...


The day I met my husband.

The day we got married and the following honeymoon.

The day our daughter was born.


I've heard it said that the average human can only stand a finite amount of pure and unadulterated joy. I doubt that's true, but every one of those days will live in my memory as being perfect. I figure that at this rate I've got a few more of those coming before I max out. No need to go back in time--I've got good stuff coming yet!!

I can only wonder what joy lies ahead!!!!



Laura

I so would have gone to the prom with the girl that asked me. I would NOT have flunked a calculus class my first term at MSU. I would have changed a LOT of things, actually.

Had just finished my first graduate degree. Lived in New Paltz, NY in a little house on the river with a smart & beautiful woman who adored me as much as I adored her (was a fool not to have married her but was young & way too ambitious to settle down then!). Started supervision with Dr. D. - a student of Dr. Wilhelm Reich. Completed the full Kalachakra Tantra initiation with H.H. the Dalai Lama in NYC.

I have had other great years and other horrible ones. That one does stand out in particular though, and when I find myself in a bad space, I try to focus on what about those things made me so deeply happy.

So, I go for a walk in nature like I did by that river. I smile knowing that I am now someone's first supervisor impacting them as Dr. D did me. I show my partner just a little bit more love that day so she knows that I adore her and am grateful to have such a love now in my life. I go someplace quiet and meditate.

During those seven years, I sang with the South Coast Chorale. Those were the best years of my single life. I miss those times, and am having a hard time converting them into warm nostalgia rather than pining to sing with that group again.

Started as a sophomore year in a private high school that I hated. I planned my escape and was able to get back to the public high school where my old friends were.

And that summer was awesome, just awesome. It was the last summer before my parents made me get a summer job, so I just had fun. Spent most of the time at the pool, where I met the first love of my life and the girl I would eventually take to prom. And the family vacation was awesome too--spent most of the nights at the pool with the cute girl who lived next door to the place were were staying and her cute friends.

Cal Ripken broke the consecutive games record, I heard "Starla" by the Smashing Pumpkins for the very first time, I learned how to drive, and when I started back at my public school, I earned Straight A's for the very first time in my life. And I took a civics class with an incredible teacher who set me on my career course and helped give me a proper world perspective.

Just an awesome year.

on balance, I think that great American philosopher Satchel Paige had it right when he said "Don't look back. Something might be gaining on you."

I try not to think about what was. Good or bad, I cannot change it nor can I relive it; for that reason I find that dwelling upon the past can be rather depressing. So I try and look forward. I don't always succeed, but I do try to take that approach.

Out Now, Virginity, Recreational Combustibles, Music, Hair, University; it was before the Army fucked me up.

I fell down and broke my arm that year. That event was the beginning of weight and eating issues that have fucked up my life ever since. If that hadn't happened, I dare say that my life would be much, much different.

I don't have any happy times to go back to... none that lasted longer than fleeting moments.

If it is mandatory to choose one... 1990, so I could make some different choices than the ones I made that year.

Either that or 1969, when I was 4 and didn't fully realize how crappy my life was yet.

2013 is just fine with me!

Sophomore year in Beijing. 19 years old. Lots of cool things to see and it was before the PRC went all "western."

Plus the hash was killer.

(at least for me.)

Still in high school kickin' a--!! The drugs were good, the friends were good--everything was good!

Nixon resigned. Dems swept Congress in a major post-Watergate tide! Those were good days!

Senior year in HS/Freshman year in college. I was 18 and stupid. I would have done so many things differently:

Told my mom where she could shove it when she told me only to apply to small (<2000 kids) colleges
Gone to a different college
Been more concerned about my future instead of spending my summer toiling away as a CVS cashier (I should have interned for a campaign then)
Not been so concerned with letting my life revolve around following bands and costing me my GPA
I would have never dated (and lost my virginity) to my first boyfriend. Shortly after I lost my virginity to him, I found out that he was seeing two other girls at the same time. I've referred to him as a polygamist ever since.
I would have not been that apathetic college student and voted in the midterms that year
I would have realized that politics was my future and to get involved on a campaign and intern
I would not have been so concerned with a $6 an hour job and actually enjoyed being young.

This was my final year in high school. Ah, those were the days..

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My mother had a baby in May and forgot all about me. I got to run wild with the neighborhood kids. Life began that summer. To this day my parents never dreamed of all the thrilling times I had. Loved sipping honeysuckle while waiting for the train to go by and flatten the coins we'd put on the railroad tracks.... so much more.

Would like to experience first love again. Its not that I'm not in love, been married 36 years. But would like to experience that first love again and see if it is as I remember it or if it was just a dream.

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the year i met my exhusband. i wish i had a do-over, i'd just walk on by....

about 10 or 12 years ago. I had paid off my house, had a good job that was going well, I had a dog I adored and he was still healthy. I was walking him one fall morning, a beautiful cool sunny morning. I was so happy, and my dog Buddy was happy, too. I thought to myself....geez, it just doesn't get any better than this. This is what life is all about, these sorts of moments.

I want my precious dog back, that beautiful day, my job going well, my Mom before she passed away. I would like that day again.

I was an innocent little kid.
My wonderful grandparents were alive, and I spent many happy Sundays at their house.
I was popular in school.
The exciting Space Race culminated in the Moon Landing.

So many things seemed to be magical or mystical, particularly the municipal pool and its jukebox, my little transistor radio that could connect me to faraway places, the new history books that I got as a birthday present, the Golden Book encyclopedias that were so fascinating, the Scholastic books that I got at school (especially Runaway Slave: the Story of Harriet Tubman, and The Search for Planet X), the wonderful cartoons on Saturday mornings and the wonderful kid shows on at night, the annual summer visit by the neighbors' granddaughters, my nascent stamp collection...

In either case, I'd do things better.