Heh, heh, what a great thread. Of course, I was barely a pre-teen in the eighties, but still, I remember:
* my ump-teen pairs of neon-colored socks
* my Flock of Seagulls hair-do that made me the most popular girl in junior high ... for one day at least
* Menudo
* wearing my shirt collar straight-up because we were told by more important people that it was the right thing to do
* my 'jelly bracelets' bracelets, clustered on my arm like a black cast ... just like Madonna!
* watching MTV for hours on end until we were goggle-eyed ... music videos, how ingenious!
* rollerskating at the local rink and checking out cute 12-year old boys (keep in mind I was 12 too at the time)
* watching "The Breakfast Club" twenty times on my friend's sofa and wondering how I could get Judd Nelson to notice me
* "Teen Beat" and "Tiger Beat" magazines
* seeing my favorite movies in the theatre about a dozen times each, back when movies were cheap: The Goonies, Back to the Future, Stand by Me, Pretty in Pink, Sixteen Candles, and Ghostbusters
* writing "I (heart) Michael Jackson" on my parents' basement wall, you can still see it very faintly. He was normal, then, remember?
* lying on my bed with my childhood best friend, and deciding if we were going to marry Corey Feldman or Corey Haim (and how many kids we were going to have with them)
* papering my bedroom walls with magazine tear-outs of John Taylor, River Phoenix, Matt Dillon, and other hunky icons of that day
* music: Cyndi Lauper, Bananarama, Scandal, Duran Duran, General Public, Erasure, Rick Springfield, the Go-Go's, oh I could go on and on.
Ohhh what an age of innocence! How I long for it now
