In April 1975, at nine years old, I had chicken pox, measles, and strep throat, one right after the other. I know when it was, because I remember laying on the couch, watching TV and seeing that the Vietnam War had ended. I didn't even know there was a war.
I suppose I got through it okay because I was young and also lucky. I do remember it was pretty fucking awful. Especially needing to try to keep up with my school work at home.