Teen Me swoons every time I hear this song. I have loved this band since I was but a wee one. They were my Beatles, although I never fainted, and even in the 80s, they had better haircuts than the Fab Four. i met them four times — The Hooters, not the Beatles. I was speechless at first, but that improved with age and each time I met them.
IT IS THE BEST DAY OF THE YEAR!
I don’t remember the first time I heard them. It’s like they’ve always been a part of my life.
I like Hanson and I am not ashamed.
Today’s unofficial letter is r for rest. It’s Sunday, the day of rest, except I usually offer a Song Lyric Sunday post after having posted DSF Weekly Rewind on Saturday. However, since I’m knee-deep… or letter G-deep… into the Blogging A to Z Challenge at this point, I’m taking today off. But you’re posting this! I know, but these kinds of post take no thought whatsoever. Ahhhhhh.
My brother really likes Billy Joel. He decides to see him and invites me to tag along with his girlfriend and him. His girlfriend says she can get really good tickets. I like some of his stuff, so I agree.
I had a Dorothy Hamill doll and her signature haircut (thanks a lot, Mom), and Dad roller skated when he was young. No wonder we watched figure skating so much.
I am a child of the 80s.
It’s true love for this city girl! But the country mouse she likes is afraid of living outside of a five-mile radius of his house (apparently).
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Never good enough. Not perfect. Catholic school reinforces the flaws, in teaching and in the social aspect of a teen world I didn’t belong in. Weird loner, not unique introvert.
Eighth grade. An ugly nun holds a meeting.
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