.30 years ago. Let's see... I was 12. Sixth Grade. Confirmation (Roman Catholic) Mom and Dad owned an apartment building with a nice parkway right in front. That's where we used to play. My brother who is one year younger used to always beat me at a two-man version of baseball we concocted. Except of course, when Patrick could come out. Patrick had kind of a high pitched voice. He was a white kid, but we got along anyway, even though I did not really have any friends.
.20 years ago. Mrs. Craver and I were planning our upcoming nuptials. By now I had gotten over the false assumption that all white people hated all Hispanics. A lot of things were different from when I was little. Not the least of which was that a year before this, I had become a new creation by the grace through faith!
.10 years ago. I was 32. My youngest son had not been born yet, and my oldest daughter was still living with us. (She's married now.) I weighed 140 lbs and could crank out 12 or more chin-ups.
This was a fairly painless meme. Any takers?
Related posts: Mark Goodyear's What Have You Been Doing for Thirty Years?
LL Barkat's Bridge to the Past