At the age of 62, technically I am often referred to as a ‘baby boomer’.
Some how I am NOT on this list???
Things like, “Baby boomer grows up” and “Baby boomer goes for a radical new look by not colouring her hair” (AS IF, anyone ever would write about me…but I’m just saying, ya know…
Anyway I am here today to make a serious confession.
I am a FAKE.
The very reason any of us have been labeled part of the ‘baby boom’ is because it was those post war years that folks started popping out babies in record numbers. The heroes were back from the war and their spouses ‘rewarded’ them for their bravery and cuddled up to compensate for the lonely years and HERE WE ARE…
However, in my case, I was the 7th child out of 11……My parents were THE BOOMERS all along. There was never any let-up, it is pretty obvious. They were, I’m going to be bold and state, the trend setters. They were married in January of 1937 and the first child was born in December of 1937.
Me & my siblings???
Mom was pregnant for 20 years……
So in that, I am a big FAKE.
Pardon me for my duplicity.
Me & my Man in 20 years?
His Child 2 