It would have been 1968. In the autumn. Trees would have been shedding discoloured leaves. Football teams would have been practicing maneuvers while cheerleaders practiced cheering them on.
Didn't the specter of the Vietnam conflict fray the nerves of those young men tossing cow hide for points?
A committee organised a sock-hop*.
I wonder again about the war and the affect it had on the demographics of organised dances at the time. Were there enough boys to dance with the girls?
My (bio) mom, already a year in college, went to the local dance where she met a boy. He was from a small town, a town or two away from the small town where the dance was being held. He was good looking and a smooth talker. He took a shine to (bio) mom, and she to him.
I wonder why he wasn't in Vietnam. It occurs to me that I know very little about the Vietnam conflict. It seems we always hit that bit of American history at the end of the year when both teachers and students were sick of learning and looking forward to summer holidays. Was conscription not a universal for all young men of the time?
The sweet-talking young man and (bio) mom went out to his car where they drank some beers and started necking. The necking moved on. (Bio) mom tried to put a stop to it, but the necking couldn't be controlled and against her will I was conceived. She never saw that good-looking, sweet-talking young man again. A few months later she moved to a city on the west coast to incubate and deliver the results of the dance.
*Possibly just a plain old 'dance'; the term 'sock hop may have already been out of fashion by the late 60s.