Well since I am not ashamed (nor too vain) to put my Date of Birth on my profile everyone knows I am 64. 13 when the sixties started, 23 when they ended and frankly I can only remember up to 1965 .... after that it all gets a bit hazy man. 
...and provably just like me, you wouldn't change the times you were a teenager.

Bloody good times they were...looking back now like....only we just didn't realise it at the time.

I'd have them days back at the drop on an 'at I would.

I almost feel weepy now thinking about it
