I Read 1984 In 1964

[NightskyeB4Dawn]

I first read it in 1984. I don't think I fully understood it at the time, but afterward I laughed and thought good story, but that will never happen in America. Impossible! And here we are. A few weeks ago my mom read it for the first time as part of her ladies only book club. They are into historical fiction genre. She was shocked and horrified and now can't stop talking about it. It was then I decided that other related books titles I've read I will not mention to her.

I read it in 1964. I was very mature for my age.

Growing up in the country and doing chores,  including cooking, and walking my siblings to and from the school bus, helped me be responsible and made me grow up fast.

My Dad was obsessed with us children getting a good education. He was a big rig driver and he wanted more for his children. Mother was a nurse, and you never saw her without a book. That may be what infected her children, and made most of children serious readers.

The majority of us did pretty darn good, and my Dad would have been proud if he had lived past 40. He didn't, but I think he was still proud.

The crazy thing about 1984 was that I did really look at as fiction. I could see the probability of it happening, I just could not see myself living it.

I was nicknamed Underdog, because I despised people being bullied or being taken advantage of. Probably because I was the oldest of ten children, so I grew up with a strong momma bear gene implanted in me.

Some thought I was rebellious and strong willed. I did not think I would make it a day in a 1984 world. I just could not see myself living it.

I still don't think I will make it.

Explanation: I am a noble demon ... my side lost the war with God!

I KNOW full well the world is fallen and satanic at best and 1984 hell at worst!

I agree that our world is falling and that Satan is having his time in the spotlight.

I don't hold popular beliefs, about what I see, and believe to be experiencing.

I believe that much of what is considered prophecy is not just the script for what will happen. I think it was foretold for us to prepare for the inevitable. Not to throw in the towel, and give up.

I know no more than anyone else, and could be as wrong as two left shoes, but I plan to have some spare oil for my lamps, a little put aside for family and friends.

Better prepared than sorry.