Looking Back 30 Years Ago.

[username]

I was 11 and playing my nes good times.

 

[brian64]

Summer of '93...about to start 3rd grade, still devastated over what happened to my Kings in the Stanley Cup Finals (although the ritalin masked it well). Just got two new kittens, and was learning how to hit a baseball...even taught myself to switch-hit a couple years later. I was a shy, scrawny nerd kid with few friends and surprisingly mediocre grades.

And here I am, 30 years later, no worse for wear. At least that's what I tell myself in between huge gulps of liquor...

And to think, from such humble beginnings, to find yourself 30 years later having made it all the way to Pipes Magazine Forums!

 

[Servant King]

And to think, from such humble beginnings, to find yourself 30 years later having made it all the way to Pipes Magazine Forums!

Don't make it sound so exciting. I'm only here to obtain my honorary title when I reach 10,000 posts. I don't know what that title will be yet, but you can bet it'll be something obnoxious.

 

[Ahi Ka]

I was 4.

 

[RustiePyles CPG]

I was 11 in 1993, I’d had my first pipe for some years but hadn’t smoked it yet. Still have that pipe, a baby Wellington.

 

[STP]

A lot of great music was made 30 yrs ago.

 

[Western Isles]

Reading this thread made me realize that I started the Police Academy thirty years ago this month.

 

[pappymac]

On September 1, 1993, my retirement from the Coast Guard became officials. I took a month off and ended up as the executive assistant and office manager for a marine insurance adjuster.

 

[RookieGuy80]

I knew I liked it here! 30 years ago I was a 13 year old Rooklet starting either 8th or 9th grade. I feel younger than I have in a long time.

 

[daveinlax]

We had 2 preschoolers in diapers. I was tall, fit and had lots of curly brown hair. Nothing hurt and I didn’t groan and fart every time I bent over. I worked long hours away on the road 9 months of the year. Spent my days off on the road hanging out in pipe/cigar shops around the upper Midwest. We always took a long 2 months vacation away in our travel trailer somewhere warm in the winter. I think we were in FL in 1993. I probably had around 30 pipes in the collection and primarily smoked bulk EMP back then.

 

[LotusEater]

I was 11 in 1993, I’d had my first pipe for some years but hadn’t smoked it yet. Still have that pipe, a baby Wellington.

I got my first pipe early too (and I still have it) The 1st photo is me circa 1979-1980

 

[woodsroad]

I was married in 1993.
We were living in Hightstown, NJ.
Ceremony was held surreptitiously in woods owned by Princetown University.
I was a contract photographer for the Philadelphia Inquirer, still shooting film, but scanning it, not making prints.
I started smoking cigars.
8-5-8's were cheap as dirt and stores couldn't give them away.

 

[Egg Shen]

I was a nerd with pimples and a stupid haircut. Probably some outlandishly stupid threads too.

 

[skeeter456]

I was 3 and probably pissing in my pants

 

[condorlover1]

I was 28 and living back in London or maybe just outside of London with this amazing Thai bird has been born in the U.K. She was 4' 9" tall, inky black hair down to her backside with this cut glass English accent. She had this thing for my ancient British bike and liked going for a ride.

 

[Sam Gamgee]

I was 19. My real education was about to begin as life had a nice series of swift kicks to the ass in store.

The year before (1992) had me in high school and voted as "class favorite," a shining Golden Boy everyone just knew was going to succeed. I thought of that in '93 as I worked my new "groundskeeper" job at the airport. My parents got me some Redwing boots to celebrate, and I was wearing them as I picked up trash in one of the airport's big concrete parking lots. I stuck what looked like a microwave popcorn bag (turned out a different kind of bag) with my poker and was lifting it to my trashbag, when it opened up and vomit spilled all over my new Redwings. I don't know if I'd ever, up to that point in life, been so struck with rage and self-pity all rolled into one. It was the first in a series of lessons that wouldn't let up for a very long time.

I am glad for what those kicks in the ass taught me, and the man it all turned me into, but I'd honestly hate to do it all again.