Daily writing prompt

Share what you know about the year you were born.

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On December 7, 1941, I was in my mother’s womb, slowly growing to be born the following March of 1942, amidst a world that was rapidly changing. Everything I know is what I was told, stories passed down from my parents and relatives who lived through those tumultuous times. It was the early stages of World War II, a conflict that would reshape the world and alter the lives of millions. Homeowners had victory gardens to help combat the nationwide shortage of food, as every family did their part to support the war effort. Gas stamps were issued, and gasoline was rationed, creating a sense of scarcity that permeated daily life. The day I was born, there was double daylight saving time, a unique occurrence that my parents often reminisced about. They told me if the time had been normal, I would have been born just the day before, which adds a peculiar twist to my birth story. My dad was in some kind of reserve militia, a precautionary measure in case things took a turn for the worse. He was not drafted, as he worked at Gates Rubber Company in a position deemed critical for the war effort, producing materials essential for military vehicles. I can’t remember my age when I started to recall specific events in my life, but when those memories began to emerge, I felt an undeniable connection to the history that surrounded me, a history that was not only my family’s but one that was intertwined with the very fabric of a nation in turmoil.