Where were you in the summer of '84?

I was -3. Still brewing in my pop’s big heavy balls.

at home watching the Summer Olympics in LA?

Finishing up my MBA while working at Tower Records, Fifth and Mercer, Seattle, to fund it.

9 months old

I was 19 and working for a bank in Fort Worth, Texas.

19 and graduating high school! It was an exciting time.

I had worked at P&G, then quit, and become an assistant apartment manager, then worked for a florist shop, then a temp agency. Drank too much, slutted around a bit, and quit my job as an apartment manager, and moved a block down the street. My old building was converted into a hotel a while back: when I lived there, I had a Murphy bed that folded up into a walk-in closet. (The photo is the second building I lived in).

Was born about nine month later, so I guess was an idea in my parents' mind.

Not born yet.

My first tri to Europe

Summer between sophomore and junior years of college.

Best man at my brother's wedding. Forgot black socks; thankfully the pants on my rented tux were too long and covered up my white ones.

Worked 12 weeks in a steel mill, mostly the "Midnight" shift (11PM-7AM), and earned enough money to pay for the last two years of college as well as...

My first car, a blue 1984 Chevrolet Chevette. Three speed manual transmission, no A/C, not even a radio. It cost $5333 plus tax.

I was 6'6" 220 lbs. and built like a brick shit house. Sadly, I never realized that, for my height, my weight was fine and that I was actually good looking. I spend the summer trying hard to get super thin, including four hours a day lifting weights, starving myself, and throwing up after every meal.

Otherwise, 1984 was a great summer. I just wish I knew then what I know today. But then don't we all?

in the basement of my art school making etchings and listening to the Sisters of Mercy. I was an artiste.

The summer of 84 I moved to NYC from Columbus Ohio and started at Parson School of Design . Changed the entire course of my life.

James Franco tried to put the moves on me. OMG, what a perv!

In DC, catering out of my house.

I was 15, and furiously masturbating to images of Greg Louganis, Mitch Gaylord, Steve Lundquist, Rowdy Gaines, Bart Connor, etc.

I was 12 years old. I was heavily into Masters of the Universe toys and loved Prince.

i was 12 and literally forced to go to a big assed Jimmy Swaggart crusade in Indianapolis, IN with my folks.

NY, for the first time, between my soph and junior years of college.

Stayed with my boyfriend’s ex, who showed me all around the city and fucked me silly.

Backpacking around Europe the summer between college and med school

Did you tell your boyfriend, R19?

i was 11 years old and my dad took me to see Sylvia in concert.

I was in the UK unfortunately, where Margaret Thatcher was busy destroying both the Working Class and gay people (Section 28). It was a very depressing and bleak time.

The film 'Pride' captures the era so well.

A 23 year old closet case working for a very conservative organization. Also living in the ghetto due to lack of money. Wish my younger years had been happier.

I was 18 years old, in Navy boot camp in Orlando.

1984? Was marketing manager for a small but innovative satellite TV receiver manufacturer going on 2 years. Company's founder patented a unique way to convert microwave TV signals from satellites into conventional broadcast signals. It's called "block conversion".

The writing was on the wall once satellite TV providers began encypting signals in 1986. We developed a decryption technique, but it would be illegal to use. About 2 years after I left the business folded.

I was six. Summer holiday in the Isle of Wight. I remember Torvill and Dean...and Roland Rat....oh and my scrotum operation...ouch!

I met someone that summer who a year or so later said to me, "I bet you wish you'd never met me."

He was right.

I was living in Chelsea in NYC with my hot BF. I had a wonderful job designing cosmetic packaging for Revlon. I thought life was great and never wanted it to end.

I was embarking on my first ever publicity tour for my surprise best seller "The Corpse Danced at Midnight"!

I never even intended to publish! That's when I met him, the one night stand that never went away..

being a very awkward teen boy

I was 25, and moved to Atlanta in May’ of 84. I was training for 6 months before a promotion and relocation out west.. Was a fun summer.

18 years old and it was the summer between high school and college. Working a shitty restaurant summer job washing dishes, smoking too much weed and wishing I had the guts to hit on the busboys.

Watching the Purple Rain movie when I finished Navy boot camp. I also brought the soundtrack cassette for my new Walkman.

I had just graduated from college and was starting my first "real job.

Brooooooce.

College, about to drop out and nervous about telling my parents.

The college was a hotbed of young Reaganites who were straight out of "The Preppy Handbook."

On Wednesdays I'd drive to Silverlake for "Dynasty" parties...

R16 - right there with ya!

I was 12 and spending as many waking hours as possible in front of my friend’s TV. Her family had cable. All MTV, all the time, with a few breaks for Olympics updates.

Remember those hideous painters caps that were popular? I had one with the Cleveland Indians logo on it and I wore it everywhere.

I was 18 And a bus boy at a local “Steak and Ale” hoping to meet a guy like R11.

I turned 5 that summer. We went to family camp in Lake Arrowhead to escape L.A. during the '84 Olympics. That's all I remember.

Was a young special ed teacher in Seattle, with students from marginalized neighborhoods.

r27, you are an evil person for [italic]making[/italic] me stop what I was doing to relive Torvill & Dean. Kidding -- that's a cool memory.

Oh, my best summer ever. With a fresh MFA in hand, worked at a summer school of painting in Saugatuck, MI. I thought I was going there to teach, but instead was a dishwasher. Painted all night, slept on the beach all day. Crazy, drunken, sexy fun.

The company I worked for in SF went out of business so I filed for unemployment and jumped on a plane for NY to spend the summer with a cute struggling-dancer friend of mine.

My bf back home (needless to say we had an open relationship) deposited my unemployment checks and I used that marvelous new invention, the ATM to get cash. Dancer boy worked during the day so I shopped and hung around the city. Then we'd go see shows, hit the bars, and fuck in his stifling basement apartment while listening to Air Supply.

After Labor Day I headed home and got the first real corporate job I ever had and joined the rat race (still racing rats, BTW).

But like many others on here, it was one of the best summers ever.

16, watching MTV and R-rated movies on HBO. Wishing I was spending a summer of 69 with this guy.

I was a year old and my family moved from Connecticut to North Carolina. My great-grandmother died that year, IIRC.

Waiting tables at Odeon.

I got AIDS after sleeping with 2,000 men.

r48 whoa..how many dudes did you have to sleep with a day to have 2000 over one summer you natty slut!?!

I don't know, R49, it was all a haze.

Unfortunately, now no one wants a long-term relationship with me because of my past.

[quote][R48] whoa..how many dudes did you have to sleep with a day to have 2000 over one summer you natty slut!?!

That Disney movie with John Cusack and Meredith Salenger was originally supposed to be called [italic]The Journey of Natty Slut[/italic] until they decided they weren't THAT desperate to save the beleaguered studio.

I was mostly goofing off in LA at the ripe old age of 21. At some point 'round there I saw Prince (Purple Rain) and Bowie (Serious Moonlight) at the Forum -- The Fabulous Forum.

I was obsessed with Prince and Laura Branigan's "Self Control" during the summer of '84. I was 12 years old.

Way to provide a link, R53.

I was having the absolute time of my life in the summer of '84! Turned 18 in June, lost my virginity in July, fell in love in August, and shacked up with husband #1 in September (husband #1 of course turned out to be a huge mistake, but nevertheless the summer was a memorable one)...

Fresh out of college, just started a job in high tech. Lonely in a new city.