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Forty years today since the Kent State massacre. I remember this - not the event itself; I wasn't quite seven and it's not the sort of news my parents would've let me watch or even told me about. I remember my mom crying about it though. I know there are some folks on my flist older than I am - do you remember this? Kids, every last one of them - the students and the National Guard. (Irish was a kid then, too, 18 years old and in the thick of things in Vietnam.)
No, I'm not at a weird age - the weird part is that sometimes I think of people that are my age as older, just for a second or so, like when I see their age written down. Like just now when I went to IMDB and they have a blurb that Quentin Tarantino is 47 today. My first, immediate, thought was, "Wow, he's a lot older than me," immediately followed by the realization that no, he's not - he's exactly three months older than I am. I'll be 47 on June 27. That's the weird bit. Is this normal once you hit a certain age? I don't know - but I do think it's funny! (What does 47 feel like, anyway? I think it feels an awful lot like 27, but with a whole lot more self-confidence.)
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