I was 12 years old in 1975. For years before then, I believed that I was a bad child and would not live to see my 13th birthday. I remember that starting around January 1976, I didn't believe a word anyone said, especially an adult, my parents, much less the elders. I do not remember much of my teen years. I do not remember being 18 at all. I was stoned everyday. I didn't finish the 9th grade. All I wanted was for everyone to get the hell out of my way. While in my mid 20's I was running a multi-million dollar corporation, paid cash for my beautiful gated self-designed custom home on two acres in the middle of the city, and was my own god... robotic, mechanical & forged in the image of the Watchtower.
What effect did 1975 have on you?