Scared of 1980
I was born in November 1976. Obviously, this meant that, as 1979 drew to a close, I'd just turned three years old. And already, one thing was clear: I was an utter dolt.

Even at that age, I was still unable to count beyond single digits. (I'm willing to accept that that might have had something to do with going to a nursery school where they gave us toys and a sandpit rather than books and lessons: I couldn't read, either.) Particularly, I couldn't work out whether nought came at the end or the beginning of the number sequence from one to nine. However, I did know that the year was 1979, and that 1979 was about to end. What would come next was the problem. As far as I could see, since it was unclear what followed nine in the number sequence, we were about to run out of numbers. This was a worry. More than a worry, in fact. The end of 1979 scared me slightly.

That there were three other digits in the year and that these might tell us something didn't cross my rather stupid mind.

I'm not sure whether I was dropped on my head shortly after birth. If not - if stupiditly like that was predictable development - I have a horrible feeling that I ought to have been...
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Fri 20 Jan 2012, 10:03, Reply)