1970s and a Killer Smile

I was born in 1972 which according to Jimmy Page, was when Led Zeppelin hit their artistic peak. I’m definitely drawn to the 70’s… not only because I don’t remember a whole lot the first 7+ years of my life, but also because the 80's were so vastly different. I mean, we went from polyester bell bottoms to neon bracelets and wearing bras as outerwear. I wish I had been born just a few years earlier so that I could have fully experienced the 70s. Don’t get me wrong, I love the 80s, but the 70s will always be a mystery to me, hence the fond and foggy memories that I fill with whatever fancies me. I have a actual few memories… one is actually based on a photo of me when I was about 4 years old, we'll call it 1978. Polyester bellbottom pants (patterned, of course) and an Orange Crush logo t-shirt (hell yes). Pigtails and a big smile on my face. Where was I? I have no idea. I just love that picture of myself. I won’t even pretend to remember when it was taken. My other memory was when I was about 5 or 6 years old at the county fair. My mother, recently divorced, introduced me to what I still remember to this day, as a very good looking man. I’m talking blond curly hair, shirt off, tan skin and cut-off jeans (white). And a killer smile to boot. I'm not sure why I remember this person as someone that I would fuck today, but there you have it.  Perhaps I embellish.  We went on the ferris wheel with him - - who was the other half of my we? I can only guess my sister, 3 years my elder. All that I can remember is sitting next to him, his arms outstretched over the back of the car…. and him, smiling. Always smiling in my memory. In the fantasy of my memory he was my mother's new boyfriend. My new daddy. Now I remember him as my mother's hot, younger boyfriend, she was a cougar before cougars even existed. In reality, I don’t know who that man was. I never remember to ask my mother…. mostly because I don’t want reality to ruin my memory. I mean, as real as he seemed and as vivid as my memory is…. what if it wasn’t real? What if my little mind made it all up? I would rather keep that killer smile alive than get more details from my mother and kill the fantasy. I know I saw him. Even if it was just in my memory.