Turn the Radio Up
My radio alarm woke me up with THIS SONG this morning, and I grinned groggily at the nostalgic flashback that came with it:
6th grade--Stafford Park swimming pool. Sitting on picnic tables with my friends as this blasted on the radio, barefeet splayed out against the wood, pulling back the cellophane on top of my pizza and then scalding my mouth on too-hot cheese. Talking about a crush on some boy in line for the diving boards. Hair all wet down my back. Bathing suit creeping up in all the wrong places. Getting all cracked out on Fun Dip and suicide slushes. Hoping the summer would last FOREVER.
And then THIS SONG which we used to do crazy jumps off the high-dive to.
Because apparently the first 11 years of my life were all John Hughes-directed, until they got hijacked by crazy be-spandexed, mall-haired glam-rockers.
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