I can’t remember the first time I allowed my girls to watch my favorite John Hughes movies. But once they did, they were hooked.
Kate is enamored by all things 80s—both of my girls, really—the clothes, the hair, the music. They wish they had been teenagers back then and they think I had it made.
I’m caught somewhere in the middle. Times were definitely simpler then. Being a teen in the 80s meant that you could look back and still appreciate those simple times, but it also felt like you were on the edge of something big and exciting just waiting to happen.
I loved being a child of the 60s and 70s. It was a time filled with traditions and rituals that you could count on, and that you found comfort in, like church and Sunday dinner. Birthday parties consisted of a homemade cake and games like flashlight tag or dressing your dolls, all played out in your own living room and backyard, and not in some god-awful Chuck E. Cheese. There were no texts, social media, or cell phones for that matter. Technology I admittedly appreciate today, but only to a certain degree.