On Growing Up A Military Brat
It was 1965 and the end of our time at Vandenberg Air Force Base after eight years. I was fourteen years old and in the last semester of 9th grade. My whole life was consumed with my friends, school, teen club dances, movies, roller skating, boyfriends, and (non-coed) sleep overs. My social circle was, as is normal for most kids, fairly tight … Continue reading On Growing Up A Military Brat
The Barefoot Boomer 