I would say 1981. I was 17, I was very athletic, lifted weights with a passion, I was good lookin', wore a black leather jacket, was innocent (stupid and arrogant) enough I thought I was God's gift to pretty much everything. I had money, I had cool cars, I had lots of girls, I even had friends.
Now, I am fatter, haven't lifted weights in years, turning grey, lost my leather jacket to my son, largely live my life for others, and pray God can use me to reach someone. I have no money, my only girl is now 15 and the terror of fatherhood and wonders why I hate boys her age who were just like me; and I struggle to believe those who say they are friends beyond my horse and my dog.
I'm not wishing to go back, just saying if I could have been stuck there... that would be ok.
I ain't got nuthin now, but I wouldn't trade it for anything.