Oh Yes, Terry! THAT was the year.
I remember being about 11 yrs old and my mum buying me a nice red dress with blue and white strawberry print and some nice white sandals. We toured Europe and visited our relatives for the 'last' time before Armageddon came, and there was no preparation for my going to school in Seprember, after all, Armageddon was due in September, wasn't it!
So I went back to school in clothes that didn't fit properly, with shoes that pinched my toes so badly that my dad had to nip out and get me a 'sturdy pair of boys shoes that would see my through Armageddon!' 'Cos, it was coming NOW, wasn't it!?
I remember my parents and Aunt and Uncle discussing where we were to run to when 'they come for us'! 'What mountains are there in Leicester to flee to?' my desperate Aunty asked!
Then I remember the next year when they were discussing those 'people who ran ahead of the organization predicting that Armageddon would come in 1975 when the Society said nothing of the sort!'
And that was when I realised that I was trapped in an unending nightmare. By 12 I was desperately depressed and not able to recover for nearly three more decades.
The nightmare lasted another 28 years. I've escaped......one or two of my relatives also......but the rest are still trapped on the speeding up carousel that is sure to crash eventually.....sadly with them still on it!