Sez who? 
Could not resist that one.
Me too! I was born on the day of the March on Washington and Martin Luther King, Jr.'s “I Have A Dream” speech.
In 1962 I was serving my mandatory four year term in the military. Cuban missle crisis and all that fun stuff. Old enough to fight and too young to vote. Still, there were some rockin’ good times about then…
I graduated from Washington-Lee High School in Arlington, Va. in 1962. I actually lived American Graffiti.
By the way, all you dopers who say your mom was between 10-18 that year–“So what’s your MOM wearing?” :D:D
I was the 15,926th egg on the left and the 70,466,897th sperm on the right.
Well, I was a twenty-two year old sports car mechanic in Dallas, Texas. Top that, kids.
Where was I?
Well, the half with the Y chromosome was at Keesler AFB in Biloxi, MS while my dad attended Air Force radar school.
Radar. Sperm. Hmmm. . .that would explain a lot.
The other half was attending nursing school at Temple University in Philadelphia with dear old Mom. The parental units were about two years away from meeting and three years away from getting married.
I came along January 5, 19 and 71.
Zap!
Well, strictly speaking, I wasn’t there, but I was conceived (so Mum said) in front of a fire on a rug, when papa forgot the condom on October 23 1962.
Considering I was born August 10 1963, I wasn’t in a hurry to see the rest o’ the world.
I was fifteen, skipping last period at high school to hit the pool hall; never heard of pot, but I was ready when the Beatles and Stones hit. Snuck into a bar downtown to catch Johnny and the Hurricanes; saw the Crystals, Del Shannon, and loved Dion and the Belmonts; smoked Winstons. Hadn’t dawned on me to drink beer. Read Shirer’s Rise and Fall… Had crushes on the prettiest girls, so took a while to lower my sights and actually get a girlfriend. Was very stupid, selfish, and lazy. Still am, basically. As a matter of fact, I haven’t changed much since then. 'cept older. No wiser. Just a bit bruised. Smile every now and them. Chuckle a lot when I’m reading the SDMBoards.
in my excitement to post. Hats off! Even I am a kid to you.
Here’s one for the calendar geeks - in 1962 I was delivered by the Easter Bunny instead of the stork. When is my birthday?
Depends on whether it was before March or after March. Before March, I didn’t care. After March, I didn’t have any idea except it wasn’t as nice as it was before March…
This date in ‘62 I was creepin’ up on my 3rd B-Day in February. We had a real typhoon, Freida, around here Oct. 62, and I can remember plywood over the kitchen windows. It’s almost my first memory. Never did have another Typhoon, so it had to be that one. Since I quit school and went back, I’m actually Class of '80 too. Wahoo!!
I was a flight attendant for the Flying Tiger Line, escorting military personnel in and our of Ton Son Nhut Airport in Saigon.