What I Was Like When I Was Eighteen
For most of the people in this
group, they don’t have to think back very far, but for me it was just over
three decades ago. That would be somewhere around 1972. My hair was blonde and
We all wore bell-bottom, hip-hugger
blue jeans. Guys were either enlisting or being drafted into the military and
Valdosta State College students
complained about the parking problem—not enough places close enough to the
campus. The pedestrian overpass had been built over
My sister would have been the age that her daughter is now. I barely remember my sister as a kid. Vague recollections from old photographs.
At eighteen, I was silly, quiet, playful, naïve, clueless, but knew-it-all nonetheless. Smart enough to stay away from drugs.