I Miss 1978; I WANT IT BACK AGAIN, NOW!!!

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I came in here thinking we would see Miss 1978!?!?!

I'm disappointed OP.

Wow, you were Miss 1978?

I just want to know what 'IT' is?

I'm Miss 1978!

Great book you m ight like:

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!978 throwing up pregnant. Nope, I will take the virus over reliving child births, teenagers and the many years of all that.

How they hangin?

Unfortunately, I think you are likely to change your mind on that in about a month or so.

I don't usually post personally identifying info online. But as it turns out, 1978 was one of my favorites.

I turned 14 that pivotal year and on my birthday I weighed a bulky 101 lbs at a towering 4'11". I was a freshman physics major at UNC Chapel Hill. As if my physical stature wasn't enough to make me conspicuous on campus, I typically lumbered around with ponderous tomes, a white pocket protector packed with colored pens, and a handy multi-scaled ivory slide rule.

Somewhat oblivious to the occasional stares, indistinct chatter, and heedless pointing, most days I was preoccupied in classrooms, at colloquiums, or reading in a library. Eventually though, to expand my experience, I embarked on a series of experiments to enhance my social integration.

One day, while sitting under a tree on the quad, a guy (I'll call him Joe) accosted me asking, "Hey kid are you lost here at our campus?"

I snobbishly retorted, "Indubitably, it behooves me to asseverate that I am here in the resolute pursuit of formal erudition specifically regarding astrospacial quantum mechanics."

Instinctively, he responded, "Huh?"

I more eagerly clarified, "My mom works now and she lets me audit some classes here for entertainment."

Joe, acting as social ambassador, rejoined "Neat. Can I introduce you to some friends?"

They were all mostly polisci majors. The guys were humorous and friendly. The tube top girls were hot and loved to pinch my cheeks (facial and posterior). The girls loved it when I'd confide "To me, you're not just another pulchritudinous physiognomy." Over time though, the group discovered that I was the youngest enrolled student; and, thankfully they still accepted me in their affable clique.

They invited me to parties ... drinking, smoking, and girls, girls, girls. I was becoming a man. Lynyrd Skynyrd's Freebird replaced Bach's Brandenburg Concerto No. 3 as my favorite musical performance. Hell; still today, I get a flashback buzz when I listen to Freebird.

My college years raced quickly as I lived two separate lives. By day, I was a studious nerd engrossed in classroom education or perched at my importunate escritoire. By night, I was a burgeoning party animal engaged in lighthearted banter and alternate passions.

By '82, I was a foot taller and 60 pounds heavier. Physically, mentally, and socially I was a completely different person than the one who matriculated four years earlier. Today, my life is vastly more complex and although it's fulfilling in many ways, I sometimes yearn for that carefree year of existential enhancements.

1978 was the year my new life started.

Today, like many of you however, I'm ensconced in sustained situational survivalism ... not due to a virus per se, but rather the widespread panic reactions.

Last Edited by Wolf 1776 on 03/08/2020 05:37 PM

At least at my age with heart and lung troubles it will be quick. 1977 was great fun but birth control was not as reliable back then. If I knew then what I know now, oh what a life I could live over.

1963
14yr old: Cadet at a military boarding school and while I did well I wouldn't want a repeat.

I was freed then.

In my region, there were lots of young ladies who wore no makeup and were drop dead gorgeous. It was not at all unusual, but rather the normal. Maybe for a party they applied lipstick.

Fall of '78: my first crush, first date...parents and sister still living.
I had a good life. I was an idiot not to realize it.

They were both good. you just didn't like to dance, that's all. Some disco has a real loud pounding beat and when you move to it, you get taken to another plane of life, another level of good energy and vibes all around you

the disco era was started BY pickle puffing poofters, FOR pickle puffing poofters

1:42 on is the best part of this song-

I was born in 1976.

The best times of my life was Summer 1989 to Summer 1990 when I was 13-14 years old. At that time I was going into and going out of 8th grade JUNIOR HIGH. There was no such fucking thing as middle school then, where I grew up.

I want 1989/1990 back again, NOW!



I grew up on the dance music that came after disco, especially FREESTYLE music.

Although I LOVE the 70's and 70's music, and how much fun it was to be 8 years old then...let me remind you that it was not all a story book romance. In fact, there were some big FUCKING problems! And, at 8 years old, here are a few things I remembered from 1978.

On Halloween, our parents were very worried about people putting needles in our candy. Do you remember that? This was Michigan. There was some kind of weird scare about that.

And that went with lick on "fake" tattoos being laced with LSD. So we had to be careful of that. (Who would lace children's lick on tattoos with LSD?) Weird, scary shit.

And kidnapping, big fear of children being kidnapped walking home from school. It is still a big secret, but kidnapping was a big deal back then. It was kept very hush hush.

Then there was Jimmy Carter, who was the peanut President, and our economy was in the shit. My Dad had a good job, so it never really affected me, but it was depressed.

Also, in 1977/78 there was a massive winter with snow piled so high, it was crazy. I actually liked that.

And let's not forget...STAR WARS came out in 77/78.
And you had to go to the theater to see it, because there was no Beta Max or VHS yet...no HBO or Showtime yet.

1978 was good, because much of the Vietnam Era was coming to an end. We had a family next door adopt a Montagnard child from Vietnam who was my age. He survived the war, his family did not. His father fought with the Green Berets in Laos and Cambodia so he was given special treatment and sent to the U.S. as an orphan. He grew up to be the toughest running back on our high school football team.

As for music, my father had a great audio system in his car, with an 8-track player. He liked to listen to the Carpenters and shit like that. We also had a station wagon and I always got stuck in the way back because my sisters got the back seat. The way back was hot as hell in the summer on a long drive. My Mom and Dad and sisters had all the air conditioning...I got a full blast of HOT Sun!

At 8 years old, I first remember liking girls. Before then, girls were just a pain in my ass. Then suddenly, for no reason at all, I suddenly saw girls as very attractive. Well, not all girls, but suddenly I was in love with hot girls. Not much has changed since then.

And then, almost in a flash, it was 1980. Ronald Reagan was President. And then...he got shot!

Yeah, I remember 1978, as an 8 year old and it was damn good times. We played kick-the-can outside until dark, we climbed trees, and played baseball, and just played outside until our Moms' called us in for dinner. We also played war, using sticks for guns, and we had no problem practicing taking down the neighborhood in a full D-day assault.

And, when we came home from school, Mom was home, because Mom took care of the house. Dad got home a little after 6pm. Dad's job was more than enough for us to live on, Mom did not need a "job". We always went on a two week vacation somewhere every summer. I didn't know it then, but I know it now, that 1978 was a perfect year. In just a few years, everything was going to change, but only in hindsight can I see what happened.

In 1981, George Bush tried to kill his President with an assassination and he actually succeeded in a way. George Bush was now President of the United States, and Reagan was just the front man. Nixon was taken out. Kennedy killed. MLK killed. Malcom X killed. Rock Stars killed. They killed everyone who got in their way, or needed a new identity.

You see, you cannot talk about 1978 without talking about what came before and what came after. But, overall, 1978 was a wild, wonderful year!


Last Edited by ThirstyMarlin! on 03/08/2020 07:25 PM

Agreed. Not only is OP 5'12" (what a freakin' maroon), but he was seemingly as clueless back then as he clearly is now.

the country was falling apart from the incompetent and traitorous leadership of jimmey carter, why doesn't anyone remember 20% interest rates?

Hi OP.

I too miss 1978. I was 12. I was fortunate enough to have a fun and somewhat half way decent childhood, thanks to my mom, but not so much thanks to my alcoholic dad (but he's changed and I forgave him a while ago)

I also miss 1970 thru 1980.

But I realize that life does not revolve around what "I" personally want and prefer.

Now its in the past and its gone, but with good memories.

Time to continue being an adult and living in the present.

There are many, many, many generations that came before us that chose to remember he past, but live in the present.

Its time to move on, with good memories, but move forward

Last Edited by FireSteel on 03/08/2020 07:55 PM

Everytimg I hear this song, my eyes start to tear up

I was 25 in 78. Met my future Wife back then. Got married in 1980. Still together to this day. Going to celebrate 40 years this year. And the sex is just as good now as it was back then.

No one knew how he did it.

Loved the 70 and 80s. But if I could go back I would have packed my bags and moved to some Pacific island and married a local. Spend my days fishing and watching the stars. If only I knew then that London would turn into such a shit hole.

Totally agree with that!