I remember when the Baby Sitters Club started. I remember when the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles started. I remember when I was too old for the movie of the former, and knew the entirety of the movie of the latter off by heart. I remember the thrill when I first truly discovered fantasy, finishing David Eddings' Pawn of Prophecy in two nights with childish glee. I remember when the only way I could read in bed after 8:30 was to do it clandestinely by the light streaming through my window from next door's dining room. I remember when perming your fringe was cool. I remember when wearing knee-high socks scrunched artistically down around your ankles was cool. I remember the 80s were full of stupid fashions like that.

I'm feeling old and memory-lane-ish tonight. DOUG knows why.