I REALLY miss 1987, Reagan, Hair Bands, Lots of wine women and song... It was so much simpler back then. No internet and 24/7 connectivity with every other person place and thing on the planet. PC BS was only in it’s infancy. You didn’t have some nanny type chasing after every so-called ‘wrong’ and inventing plenty of their own. Kids these days have no idea how much fun they missed. God I am getting old...
Sure there were problems. Lots of’em. But I’d bet most of us who lived that era prefer it to this one. Anyone got the URL for the time machine the jock in Napoleon Dynamite ordered? ;)
Those were my high school days. Good times. Is it me, is there any normal kids out there? I don’t have any, but every lady I date has jacked up kids..
I had the internet in 1987. Newsgroups. Email. No WWW.
I try to avoid nostalgia because it makes me feel old. And I don’t think I’d want to go back to no Internet.
I’m with ya. It makes me very sad how constricted and controlled kids’ lives are today (and ours too.)
My children can’t believe it when I tell them that when I was in high school, there actually was a “smoke break” when students could go outside for a quick cigarette.
I was informed today that my 8th grader can’t work at Vacation Bible School because he hasn’t been through “Safe Environment Training”.
On many occasions I’ve been traveling in a foreign country or with a group of people here in the U.S. who were born and raised in another country. Whenever the conversation of our family backgrounds and childhood years comes up, I always tell these folks that nothing — absolutely nothing — can ever match the feeling of being a teenager here in the U.S. during the Reagan years.
1987 was the last year of being “young” for me. Indiana University’s last NCAA Championship, newly married living in a dumpy apartment, settling into my career. Weekend canoe trips and Cub games and concerts with my college buddies. Bachelor parties & weddings (espcially the Serbian Orthodox one that set some sort of drinking record). The infield of the Indy 500.
By the end of the year we had our first house and the first kid wasn’t too far off. Times were gonna change....