Dawn stirred up a batch of her famous oatmeal raisin cookies.
While they where baking, her friend Kylen turned the radio way up loud. It was playing early 80's high school reunion tunes.
I herd the girls saying "We should have been teenagers in the eighty's. We would have fit in, in the eighty's."
I piped up and said "I'm from the eighty's."
"Oh Mom, you where a cowgirl."
"Really, if I was just a cowgirl, how come I know all of these songs."
To a fourteen and fifteen year old the eighty's was ages ago, but to me it seems like just a few years in the past.