… the most complex thing about communicating with the opposite sex was whether to write a note in math class or ignore them in homeroom
… title pages were the toughest part of any project
… t-shirts had gummy, sparkly letters that puckered in the dryer
… “insomnia” wasn’t even a part of anyone’s vocabulary
… gym class involved running laps around nearby neighbourhood blocks, even past the house with the weird old man who may or may not have been a murderer
… they actually played Stairway to Heaven at the end of dances
… coffee was something your teacher drank
… no one considered that the dog might not live forever
… welding a golfer out of nails seemed like a life skill
… Downtown Vancouver was a day trip, not a parking puzzle
… you could plan your whole life out with a single game of MASH
… 32 might as well have been 100
MASH…my god i loved that :)
I remember when everything was paid for my someone else.
That was pretty sweet.
I forgot about the title page! Oh, the pride I would get from a fresh, perfectly centered title page!