Oh, here comes global freezing, The sky is falling, “Run, Run, Chicken Little , folks”
I remember being a third grader and hearing about the coming ice age. Sounded REALLY good to me, and I started envisioning myself as some apocalyptic huntress of the frozen wastelands (of Florida, of course) astride a wooly mammoth, holding a spear, and wearing a rough fur cape and Raquel Welch-esque fur bikini.
Imagine how pissed I was some twenty years later when all of a sudden it was Global Warming this and that...