Do You Remember Being Seventeen?

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I do because I had a ruptured appendix only weigh 97lbs at 5'9 Still Love this Song from ABBA I did like being 17. Your favorite age? besides now. PS I'm now 5'10

 

17?! I was rebellious and wanted to do anything my parents told me not to.
 

My favorite ABBA Dancing Queen and Take a Chance on Me.

Yes... I remember being 17. My parents were very strict... and I did everything I could without them finding out about it.
 
I remember 17 very well. Got married, and a month later (maybe less) became pregnant. But prior to the day I got married,I still had a midnight curfew,still was only allowed to go out one night on the weekend (unless I was babysitting,which I pretty much always was) and got in trouble if my grades weren`t up to par. I worked a part time job,six hours a day,and then had a babysitting job at least 5 nights a week for four little girls. The babysitting job was across the street from us and the parents owned a dance place in San Francisco. I sat from 8 or 9 every night and they would get home plastered at 4 or 5 in the morning-sometimes so drunk that they would have to sit in the car for an hour to sober up enough to walk in. That used to bug me to death. I was so tired and just wanted to go home! I was allowed to sleep, but really only ever catnapped.Anyway,after I got married,they still wanted me to sit (and I did a few times) but since we lived across town I finally told them that it was just too risky for me to drive and walk alone to our apartment at that hour. And I certainly wasn`t going to let THEM drive me!
 
Mrs. Robinson said:
I remember 17 very well. Got married, and a month later (maybe less) became pregnant. But prior to the day I got married,I still had a midnight curfew,still was only allowed to go out one night on the weekend (unless I was babysitting,which I pretty much always was) and got in trouble if my grades weren`t up to par. I worked a part time job,six hours a day,and then had a babysitting job at least 5 nights a week for four little girls. The babysitting job was across the street from us and the parents owned a dance place in San Francisco. I sat from 8 or 9 every night and they would get home plastered at 4 or 5 in the morning-sometimes so drunk that they would have to sit in the car for an hour to sober up enough to walk in. That used to bug me to death. I was so tired and just wanted to go home! I was allowed to sleep, but really only ever catnapped.Anyway,after I got married,they still wanted me to sit (and I did a few times) but since we lived across town I finally told them that it was just too risky for me to drive and walk alone to our apartment at that hour. And I certainly wasn`t going to let THEM drive me!
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If parents could restrict breathing they would have, I wonder how many of us had those type of parents. I had enough at 19 and came to the US.
 
I remember it well, it was partly one of the best years of my life, I remember some very happy times, I could walk to central park, I had the most wonderful happiest pregnancy it was a the first time, I had a fun 17th b-day, it had been a long while in which a group of people made me feel special for my birthday, I had one of the best summers, I've ever had in ages. I was glowing and felt so alive for several months of that year.
 
I spent most of my seventeenth year looking forward to my eighteenth birthday party, a party that would go down in history as one of the most raucous ever.

I was also looking forward to moving to NYC at that time, was teaching kids classes and was driving around in my Triumph TR-6, thinking I was warm defecation. Meanwhile I was still trying to put the moves on Donna Salerno, one of only six girls in our high school ... :eek:
 
What a bunch of lovely and intriguing memories! All I remember from that year is that I was desperately in love with someone who didn't love me at all and someone else was desperately in love with me and I wasn't interested in him......it was an awful painful muddle being 17. :(
 
Debby said:
....I was desperately in love with someone who didn't love me at all and someone else was desperately in love with me and I wasn't interested in him......:(
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Yes, that, too. It was my senior year in high school and I skipped the prom for that very reason.

Kennedy was assassinated. Got my first car as a graduation gift. Hung out at a pool all summer, and just turned 18 a week before starting college. Lots of excitement and anticipation about the future that year.
 
Seventeen! That was the year I fell in love with the violet-eyed boy responsible for my first kiss under the float in the sea. Sigh. I remember baked clams and oysters in the embers of a beach bonfire. Slow, sweet kisses on the night sand, watching the phosphorous gleam in the water....Soft serenades accompanied by Spanish guitar. Giddy stuff. How did I manage it? Snuck out my window, of course! Lol.
 
Shalimar said:
Seventeen! That was the year I fell in love with the violet-eyed boy responsible for my first kiss under the float in the sea. Sigh. I remember baked clams and oysters in the embers of a beach bonfire. Slow, sweet kisses on the night sand, watching the phosphorous gleam in the water....Soft serenades accompanied by Spanish guitar. Giddy stuff. How did I manage it? Snuck out my window, of course! Lol.
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Sorry no boys for me at that age father would of had a fit, and
my family all boys no girls except me
 
When I was seventeen I babysat for spending money and was enjoying a carefree existence in high school with my first boyfriend. The Beatles were at the top of the charts and summer was spent having picnics at the beach. Happy days, which didn't last long.
 
I was working at age seventeen, and shortly after became engaged, marrying the following year.I felt grown up, responsible and quite adult, which is a shame really as there are so many other ages later on to be feeling all those things!
 

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