We’re “The Stars (going) On 45”! 
I hate to point this out, but we’re the ones coming up on thirty, I’m old enough to have kids in high school (not that I do!), and the new ‘young adults today’ are the ones born in 1990 
1968 was the rush hour of Spanish birthrates. Everybody was having babies, even the Princes. And of course my parents, and Mom’s sis, and one of Dad’s bros, and…
Mind you, from what I’m seeing, it wasn’t much of a lazy year for The Dope!
(Turning 40 next Thursday. I hate birthdays, not per se but because everybody insists in making such a fuss. Mom wants to make special food and all I’d like is some macaroni in tomato sauce, no ground meat, and trout. But aparently that’s not special enough. If it’s my birthday, why can’t I have the food I like?)
I’m with Stranger.
Ditto 1959.
hocow and supergoose… I’m with you guys.
What’s a lawn? 
January 21, 1954.
My grandfather loved numerical coincidences like that. Like my father noting (on my grandfather’s 83rd birthday) that he had joined the bank in 1938 and retired in 1983.
I’m a child of the 70s, just, being born in 1979.
1947
Another 1983 here. (There’s more of us than I thought!)
Moved from IMHO to MPSIMS.
'57 #5.
Hey malacandra and ninetywt - how you doin?
Wow. I’m such the trendsetter.
Another 1960.
Another 1977 baby checking in.
And I’m getting dizzy!
1957 #6
Just two of us from 1951?
::checks front lawn for “kids”, doesn’t see any, harrumphs anyway just for good measure::