Ghosts From 1968

[sarahblack5]

Ghosts From 1968

Were the things we loved as children, and the things that frightened us, more powerful than what is happening to us today?  Or were our brains just more elastic back then, more open to impression? Some memories of childhood remain crystal-clear, and I can trace my scariest memories, and some of my greatest loves, to 1968.

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[marasmine]

1968. So much happened that year on a personal front that I was almost unaware of what was happening out there in the world. I wasn't allowed to stay in the pub that I'd grown up in (or the village that was the only community I knew) apparently nobody would want to take over a pub with a resident ten-year-old. We moved into a semi-familiar house that my dad had brought a few years before and rented out. It was only about five miles from where I'd lived until then, but it might as well have been five hundred as far as I was concerned.
We stayed there for about three months before moving even farther away from home. Fifteen miles this time to foreign territory with hills. This was followed closely by a change in schools from one I hated to one that was much nicer once I got used to it. (And just when I started to enjoy living there we moved a hundred miles away, but that was in 1971.)
A very traumatic year 1968, but the world was still big, shiny and eminently scary. The world seems smaller now and maybe not quite as scary. Maybe.