- My earliest memory is a car crash. There were no car seats when I was growing up, so I was riding Britney Spears-style on my dad's lap. What I remember isn't the impact, but the sense of confusion as my dad clutched me to his chest so I wouldn't go flying out the window.
- Seat belts weren't a requirement either, until I was in junior high. We used pile in the back of Mrs.P's party van (where half of the "P" children were probably conceived), lolling back and forth with each turn.
- Most of my teachers smoked. In school. Okay, no one had the audacity to light up in class, but many a busy work was assigned while sneaking off to the lounge to smoke.
- My first taste of the internet was through my uncles dial-up AOL account. I was twenty.I thought, "meh, this won't fly."
- I remember where I was when Reagan was shot and when John Lennon was assassinated.
- Censorship was something that came from the right, even when it came from the left. (Tipper Gore, et al.)
- I learned to type on a DOS-based boat anchor. I still have a drawer full of 8-inch floppies.
- The first person I knew who'd come out as gay was also the first person I knew to die from AIDS.
Thursday, March 3, 2016
Here's how old I am
(Vaguely inspired by Joe Brainard's I Remember and Wayne Koestenbaum's My 1980s.)
Posted by KP at 8:58 AM