my twelfth birthday

I’m fifty four years old now but I can still remember my twelfth birthday , September 16, 1971, as if it were only yesterday.  In those days,  Richard Milhous Nixon was still in his first term as president.   Carole King’s “Tapestry” album, John Lennon’s “Imagine” and Paul McCartney’s “Ram” were all on the radio.     Up until five days before that, my parents, my younger sister, and I had always lived in Jackson Heights, in Queens, New York.   This was during our first week as residents of Lindenhurst, in Suffolk County, New York.   I  had always gone to St. Gabriel’s Elementary School in East Elmhurst up until then.   All the time I was in Queens I could count on good friends and familiar surroundings.   Even back then I disliked change.     For my first  two weeks in Lindenhurst I went to Copiague Junior High School.   My party was very small.   The only friends-potential friends, so far-in attendance, were the three kids who lived next door, Tommy, Bobby and Karen.   Their mother was also there.    As a kid I had always been so very shy.   I was having quite a difficult time getting used to the new environment and new people.     Considering that I felt exceptionally uncomfortable with all the new surroundings it was quite a nice simple time.   Nothing eventful happened that day but I learned to enjoy the new world that would be mine for the next four and one half decades.  http://dailypost.wordpress.com/

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