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Post by dbutler69 on Aug 29, 2021 11:39:13 GMT -5
If you could go back in time and live one year over and over, which year would it be?
For me, I am thinking 1981, or maybe 1980. I was 12 years old in 1981 (for almost the whole year, as my birthday is in January) and I had of course a bit more freedom than in my earlier years, but still virtually no responsibility. A spoiled suburban only child. The comics were still great, as were the cartoons, and I could get good grades in school without traing. Once home, I was free to watch TV, read comics, play with my action figures, or whatever. Maybe I'm viewing my childhood with rose colored glasses and they weren't really the happiest time of my life, but I rather think they were.
Edit: Oh yeah, and 1982 my parents got divorced, so 1981 was the last year with my parents together.
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Post by majestic on Aug 29, 2021 15:22:05 GMT -5
1984-85. First year of marriage. Had a decent job. Had only a few bills to worry about. No school. Fun time being adults with my best friend. Yeah it was a good year. Just celebrated our 37th year together. 1979-80 would be my second choice. Senior year. Was already accepted at college and cruised through the year. Had a nice car. Had disposal income from part time job. Lots of fun times with my friends.
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Post by badwolf on Aug 29, 2021 16:25:01 GMT -5
2019. I felt good, my life was stable, and my best friend was still with me.
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Post by dbutler69 on Aug 29, 2021 18:16:57 GMT -5
I also meant to say that my parents got divorced in 1982, so that took some of the fun out of that and subsequent years.
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Post by Slam_Bradley on Aug 29, 2021 19:15:49 GMT -5
Probably 1985. End of junior year of high school and first semester of senior year. And best, the summer between. Weekends hanging with friends, playing D&D, drinking, chasing girls (catching a few). A good enough after school job to buy gas, books, comics and beer.
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Post by Roquefort Raider on Aug 30, 2021 5:28:26 GMT -5
1985 too. That's the year I went backpacking in Europe with two friends, went on my first road trip in Canada with three other friends, and most of all finally managed to woo the love of my life!
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Post by brutalis on Aug 30, 2021 7:55:55 GMT -5
Summer 1979 to summer 1980 is closest for good times. Senior year of high school, get my driver's permit, 1st real job after I graduated at Smitty's as a carryout/ bag boy. So plenty of moolah in my pockets, lots of driving around town searching out comic books at that new phenomenon the LCS, lots of drive in movie weekends. And oh yeah, that great and terrible thing all rolled up in one spectacular package: GIRLS.
After that summer of 1980 it seems that for every great memory, was an equal or greater painful one. Adulthood stinks sometimes.
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Post by Duragizer on Aug 30, 2021 23:07:12 GMT -5
Provided the loop eventually ended and I could then relive the rest of my life without interruption, 2001. With twenty-one years of hindsight, I could prevent the many mistakes I've made which I'm still paying for, and maybe even my parents' deaths.
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Post by dbutler69 on Aug 31, 2021 15:45:35 GMT -5
1985 too. That's the year I went backpacking in Europe with two friends, went on my first road trip in Canada with three other friends, and most of all finally managed to woo the love of my life! Wow, that's a really good year! |
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Post by dbutler69 on Aug 31, 2021 15:45:53 GMT -5
Summer 1979 to summer 1980 is closest for good times. Senior year of high school, get my driver's permit, 1st real job after I graduated at Smitty's as a carryout/ bag boy. So plenty of moolah in my pockets, lots of driving around town searching out comic books at that new phenomenon the LCS, lots of drive in movie weekends. And oh yeah, that great and terrible thing all rolled up in one spectacular package: GIRLS. After that summer of 1980 it seems that for every great memory, was an equal or greater painful one. Adulthood stinks sometimes.You got that right. |
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Post by Icctrombone on Aug 31, 2021 20:35:57 GMT -5
1986. The Mets won the World's series , I bought my first Brand new car , and I was getting all the sex I could handle from my hot first wife. Comics were in the midst of their golden age for both Marvel and DC.
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Post by shaxper on Sept 3, 2021 10:38:43 GMT -5
I could never go back to a good time, knowing that bad times were ahead. For example, I was happy and optimistic in 2008; EVERYTHING seemed to finally be going my way. Shortly after, my wife would gradually begin falling out of love with me until it would all explode in 2017. Going back in time to see people who I would eventually lose would just mean losing them all over again too. I could see revisiting college again, but (again) knowing all I know now, that might really mess me up too ("Sorry man, you'll be dead in six years, you two are going to break up in four months because she cheats on you, etc...) So there's really no point in my own life that I would choose to return to other than the present.
That being said, it would be cool to live in the late 1980s. Maybe its the rose-colored glasses from my youth, but everything just seemed to keep looking up back then. Our international problems all seemed to be improving, the economy was great, the middle class had tons of opportunity, the music was great, the media was fun, and adults at least cultivated the illusion of having stuff figured out and generally being more mature than their kids. Oh, it sucked plenty for the disadvantaged and marginalized, but it was also easier to turn a deaf ear to that stuff and not feel bad about it. So yeah, I think I might spend some time in 1988, checking out the music, TV, movies, and maybe the shopping malls too, firmly believing the US is #1 and that the future is so bright I gotta wear shades.
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Post by Mormel on Sept 4, 2021 8:05:28 GMT -5
For the past 8 years or so, each consecutive year has been better than the previous one for me. If this keeps up, i'd probably wanna relive whichever will be the last year of my life groundhog Day style. So probably some year in the 2060s or '70s.
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Post by badwolf on Sept 11, 2021 11:11:32 GMT -5
I could never go back to a good time, knowing that bad times were ahead. Oh, I would only go back if I could stay in that year.
2021 has been the worst year of my life and I don't want to go through it again.
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Post by adamwarlock2099 on Sept 14, 2021 18:45:50 GMT -5
Either 2010 or 2018. Both were years that my wife's bipolar was the most stable and our relationship and intimacy were out of the ball park. Of course never the following years as goes with bipolar what goes up must come down. And when it does come down, it comes crashing down. Would very much not want to relive those following years or possible years like them. So being stuck in a loop of either of those years are something I could deal with easily. As the cycles get harder and harder to deal. Like this year.
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