(This was carved into a large rock at Mount Diablo. I find it fascinating that people carve their names on trees, boulders, picnic tables, etc. It's like they are saying, "I was here. I matter.")
On February 19, 1973, I was 7 years old probably looking forward to my upcoming 8th birthday that was only 7 days away. At the time, I think my family had recently moved to Garland, Texas from Ponce, Puerto Rico. I was the goalie for our soccer team, the Eastgate Gators. My mom was the coach. Living in Texas was a fun time for me. I have good memories of playing outside a lot with my best buddies, Anne and her brother Howard.
Where were you on February 19, 1973?
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That’s interesting to see because I was born on that very day. Very nice, thanks so much for sharing!
I was a little over a year and a half living in Las Vegas and probably running wildly down the hall while my mother gave chase trying to put my hair up in pig tails.
I was nine years old leaving on Bruce Avenue in Modesto. I don’t remember much except for my sister who is 9 years older than me was dating & got married in July of 1973.
Let’s see. I was nine, in fourth grade, and living in Defiance, Ohio. If it was February, there was probably slush on the ground, and my baby brother and I were clomping around in our rain boots, making large-scale patterns all over the yard. Then the school bus would round the corner, and I would jump on and ride out to school in the middle of farm country.