In 1985, I graduated high school. I was 17 years old and I looked like this (Please look at the hair. Look at it again. Ok, we can move on).
I listened to Jim Croce
and Barry Manilow
and Nena’s 99 Luft Balloons
and Air Supply.
I watched Charlie’s Angels, and Wonder Woman and The Bionic Woman.
The Wizard of Oz was a yearly tradition.
I read everything I could get my hands on, including the encyclopedia beginning with A.
I was a straight A student, in spite of the fact that I almost flunked out for absenteeism.
I planned to marry Tommy Wallace, Jr. who lived in Cheraw, SC.
I went skating every weekend.
I planned to be a lawyer.
I was going to change the world.
I wrote hideous poems
And I knew everything.