I was an eighties kid. I've been reminiscing a lot just lately about how much simpler and happier life was back then. Going to the local shop on a Saturday with 10p for a bag of penny sweets, comics, playing outside in the street with all the local kids, Grange Hill, Byker Grove, Findus crispy pancakes, chips and beans, angel delight, birthday parties in someone's house with pass the parcel, prawn cocktail skips, pineapple and cheese, sausages on sticks and Tizer, going to Brownies, screw ball ice creams with bubble gum in the bottom, playing with Care Bears, My Little Pony and Barbie dolls. Victoria Plum and Strawberry shortcake, scented rubbers and pens that smelt of fruit, glitter stickers, playing Pac Man on the Atari and waiting for games to load on the Commodore 64, Swooning over George Michael and Morten Harket, making up dance routines in the playground, Madonna, leg warmers, neon socks, jelly shoes and bags.
I was 14 in 1989 and buy then it was all about getting the bus into town with my mates on a Saturday, trying on clothes in Top Shop, Miss Selfridge and Chelsea Girl, giggling about boys, buying sweets, cheap makeup and pop badges from the market, Woolies pic n mix, White musk perfume and lip balms from the body shop, youth club discos and snogging boys, stick on nails, spiral permed hair, scrunches, Hush Puppies, going to school in short skirts and slouch socks, bomber jackets, Bros, Hip Hop music, rushing home from school to watch Neighbours, sleepovers at friends houses, watching horror films, eating too many sweets, seeing my Nan and Grandad on a Sunday, then home for Sunday roast and there was always a pudding, doing my homework while listening to the Top 40.
I feel so nostalgic for those days!