It’s 2025
That’s crazy to me.
I mean, think about it – 1975 was 50 years ago and 50 years before that was 1925. Now, 1925 seems like a long time ago but 1975 seems like yesterday. Strange how time works.
In 1975 I was a 7th grader. I remember Mr. McDow’s science class as we dissected frogs, worms, sheep eyeballs and took care of gerbils. I remember Ms. Shirley’s English class (we didn’t call it Language Arts back then). She seemed like an older woman but I bet she was in her early 20s. I remember being glad I didn’t have Mrs. Helms for English class because she was so scary. I got to know her well as an adult (me not her) and she wasn’t scary at all. I don’t remember my math teacher…makes sense…I don’t like math at all.
I remember riding bikes with a friend who had the weird nickname of Glop. I have no idea why we called him Glop. He had a hard life later on but in 1975 we rode bikes and drank kool aid all summer. His Mom was the crossing guard when we were in elementary school.
I remember playing rec league soccer and basketball – not great at either in reality but I thought I was pretty good and that’s all that counted. I remember holding full-on basketball tournaments – with myself – in my driveway. I had an entire pretend team and we always won the championships. I can still remember my pretend teammates names – Ken Houston, Eugene Hills, Steve Davenport, Sandy Bolds and more. “We” played with an official unofficial ABA red, white and blue basketball my older brother gave me. I loved that ball – thanks John! (I actually shopped for one recently but they are fairly expensive. I need to find a official unofficial one). I am sure my parents wondered about my mental state as I threw passes to myself, blocked my own shots, counted down the timeclock and during football season, threw passes to myself, intercepted passes to myself and threw myself on the ground as I dove for a first down.
In 1975, the year 1925 seemed so far away…like ancient times. I am betting that my own kids, and perhaps many of my young co-workers, think the same way about 1975. In 2050 I hope they remember this year as fondly as I did the year I was in 7th grade.
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