[QUOTE=Bobotheoptimist]
IIRC, Der Trihs was also born in 1968.
Anyone else turning fffff… ffffoo… forttt… 0x28 this year?
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Add another one to the '68ers. Did we win yet?
[QUOTE=bouv]
'82 represent!
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w00t!
1957
::waves at gardentraveler::
Bunch of damn kids. 
I graduated High School in 1975.
[QUOTE=Flander]
1980.
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Me too.
[QUOTE=A.R. Cane]
1939 also, Jan. 13, it was a friday.
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I was also born on Friday the 13th!
1987 here. What a great year this’l be for us '87ers! (at least the ones in America)
What, nobody else from the year that Elvis died and the original Star Wars was released?
1977, baby!
So far, '59 and '68 are tied with four users apiece. '58, '63, '75 and '81 all have three each. (C’mon, '75!)
- World gets me, world gets Cecil, just a year of great things overall.
JRB
[QUOTE=fishbicycle]
1958.
And then, dirt was invented.
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I knew I was older than dirt.
1955
[QUOTE=freckafree]
Another 1958 here. fishbicycle, have you hit the big 5-0, or is it still looming? I get to hang on to my forties until September.
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I hit it on October 1st. There will be NO black balloons for me!
1985 checking in.
1975 too!
Geez, what a young crowd.
1953 for me.
1968, and doing my best to live up to Gen-X’s “slacker” rep! 
[QUOTE=NinetyWt]
Simpler. Muuuuuuuuuch simpler.
Here’s some mundane pointless trivia:
My dad was born in 1930.
I was born in 1960.
My daughter was born in 1990.
SO …
When my daughter is 30 …
I’ll be 60 and my dad will be 90.
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When my (twin) brother and I are 30, my aunt will be 40, my uncle 50 and my father 60. Kinda cool.
Also, daps to GorillaMan, holding it down for us 1980’ers.
1986? Anybody?
(Apparently, during my birth year, we had Comet Halley, the Chernobyl incident, Fergie and Prince Andrew getting married, Desmond Tutu getting elected bishop, the Iran-Contra affair, and the births of Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen. There you have it.)
[QUOTE=Kythereia]
1986? Anybody?
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My daughter. 
Disclaimer: kiddoeaddi is not a Doper.
January, 1968.
Already hit 40 and didn’t feel particularly different. Didn’t really pay attention to my thirtieth, either. I’m pretty phlegmatic and boring that way. Either that or I’m repressing and saving up for the mother of all mid-life freak-outs :p.
1958 here