stolen from femakita

[novapsyche]

You said your birthday is 2 / 24 / 1975
which means you are 27 years old and about:

58 years 4 months younger than Walter Cronkite, age 85
54 years 9 months younger than Pope John Paul II, age 81
50 years 8 months younger than George Herbert Bush, age 77
43 years 5 months younger than Barbara Walters, age 70
41 years 3 months younger than Larry King, age 68
35 years 1 month younger than Ted Koppel, age 62
31 years 8 months younger than Geraldo Rivera, age 58
28 years 8 months younger than President G.W. Bush, age 55
23 years 7 months younger than Jesse Ventura, age 50
19 years 4 months younger than Bill Gates, age 46
14 years 8 months younger than John Elway, age 41
9 years 0 months younger than Cindy Crawford, age 36
3 years 7 months younger than Jeff Gordon, age 30
0 years 10 months older than Tiger Woods, age 26
6 years 9 months older than Jenna and Barbara Bush, age 20



and that you were:
22 years old when Princess Diana died
20 years old at the time of Oklahoma City bombing
19 years old when O. J. Simpson was charged with murder
18 years old at the time of the bombing of the World Trade Center*
15 years old when Operation Desert Storm began
14 years old during the fall of the Berlin Wall
10 years old when the space shuttle Challenger exploded
8 years old when Apple introduced the Macintosh
8 years old during Sally Ride's travel in space
6 years old when Pres. Reagan was shot by John Hinckley, Jr.
4 years old at the time the Iran hostage crisis began
a 1 year old on the U.S.'s bicentennial Fourth of July

http://www.frontiernet.net/~cdm/age1.html



I was much too young to remember anything from the Bicentennial. (I do remember Stevie Wonder's Songs in the Key of Life, which came out only two years later.)

I have no memories of the Iran hostage situation.

I barely remember Reagan getting shot. I remember the SNL bits/episode MUCH more.

Sally Ride I never gave much a shit about. I don't remember Macintoshes until I was able to use one, which would have been sixth grade (1986). I think I was politically oblivious when I was 8. I was doing little-girl things then. I was in third grade, in my very first spelling bee, for example.

I remember the Challenger explosion quite vividly, because they stopped classes, let us go into the library, and watch the news as it was being reported. (And, not to bring up bad memories, but they kept showing the explosion over and over, just like they did with the WTC....)

The fall of the Berlin Wall I remember. I remember exactly where I was when I watched the news as it happened. (In fact, I was about six inches away from the TV screen... it was the only seat in the house I could claim as "mine"....)

I was a dove during Desert Storm. During school, I wore handmade buttons promoting peace. I was one of a select few of my schoolmates who opposed the military action.

The other stuff happened when I was in college, and thus held little meaning for me. In Grinnell, one gets sucked into a time hole, and little to no news reaches the campus. I could've cared less about O.J. Simpson (I didn't see the slow-moving car chase until well later that week); the first WTC bombing didn't seem all that important; the Oklahoma City bombing didn't seem that important except to non-Okies (and I mean that with all due respect). And, as F and I are fond to exclaim periodically, Princess Diana died within three days of Mother Theresa. I feel that the latter deserved much more attention, did more for the needy, and was all around probably a better person than the glitzy, glamorous, and attractive Princess Di.

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[novapsyche.livejournal.com]

*smile* Just turned 27 last month.