My children are obsessed with the 80s.
Recently, one of my daughters came to me, lamenting the fact that she was born too late to have experienced the utter magnificence that was my lost and awesome youth. She asked me, “What were the 80s really like, Mommy? What did the 80s feel like?”
I smiled, and told her to sit down and close her eyes.
“This. THIS is what the 80s felt like, little sister.”