I was less than a month older than you.

Had just been home for two months after getting out of the Navy.

In college.

15 months old.
So shittin in my diaper, banging my head off of stuff as I was figuring out the “walk before you run” thing.

Freshman year of high school, so would have been learning useful stuff like German, Algebra, and Drafting. Volunteering in the high school library. Oh, and detesting gym class, which became gymnastics/wrestling in wintertime.

Also, most likely freezing...January being deepest winter in SW Michigan, land of lake-effect snow.

Dad was with the state dept doing some questionable shit down in Panama that he never really talked about, but I got to play a lot of golf and learned spanish so there's that.

Navigating the 10th grade and enjoying the heck out of my newly minted drivers license.

Just like you... In January of '72 my momma was pushing me out and the doc was slapping me on the ass.

Junior year of college age 24 after my Army service. Life was good, almost no money, had a VW bug and few cares. Easy street.

Just graduated from High School...we had mid-term graduations...and was waiting to see what my draft number would be that year in the lottery.

Starting at the local community college and working as an doorman at a local theater. Trying to decide between pursuing the edgy blond cashier or give in to the Pinay candy girl who also had a nerdy boyfriend on the side

I was a sophomore in high school, and working after school at Safeway to save money to buy my first car, an old VW.

I was 4 years old and change. That's about all I can remember.

Checking in to my second "real" duty station at Misawa, Japan and hitting the local Yamaha dealer to buy a long coveted RT360 Enduro.

It was a LONG Winter waiting on the snow to subside enough to actually ride it...

If I wasn't in school or doing homework I was shoveling snow or playing street hockey or football.

That was my last year as a school teacher.

Wow that starts a person thinking

I was a High School Jr

I remember Wrestling and walking home in the dark after practice thru the snow

Winter camping with the Boy Scouts

Just starting to thing about what the heck I am going to do after I get out of High School

Vietnam was one of the potential answers

In the seventh grade, 13, and if not doing chores after school (we had moved into a new house a few months earlier and stuff needing doing) I was out in the adjacent forests and fields exploring.

Being born on the 8th.

Stationed at US Army Recruiting Station, 72 Whitney Avenue, New Haven Connecticut. Year #8 of my Army service.

13 years old and absolutely nuts about dirt bikes.