This might date me, but here goes. In 1974 I was eight years old I can remember my parents egerly looking forword to the big "A" there were many preperation to be maid, we stocked up on large cans of goverment surpluse welfair food, we set aside books & magz my mom though we should bury them, my dad said it would be safe enough just to hide them under the house, (he did'nt want to dig the hole).
When back to school time came around they were considering keeping us out of school, and there was much talk about who we would first get to talk to among the risen dead. WOW WHAT A TRIP !!! Needless to say new shoes and the skteboard I wanted would not be needed in the new system. So there was'nt much for a kid to do but wait. It seemed as if our lifes were on hold like a car trip that lasted a year. I got new shoes and a skatebord in 1975. But we heald off on getting braces for my teeth.
What a long strange trip it's been