What do you do when you remember every single one of these??  
You know you grew up in the 1980's when.... 
You know what "Sike" means. 
You know the profound meaning of "Wax on, Wax off." 
You know that another name for a keyboard is a "Synthesizer."

You know who Mr. T is. 
You know who Fat Albert is. And who was old boy with the pink mask? 
You ever wore fluorescent, neon clothing. 
You could breakdance, or wish you could. 
You wanted to be The Hulk for Halloween. 
You Believed that "By the power of Greyskull, you HAD the  power!" 
Partying "like it's 1999" seemed SO far away. 
You thought that Transformers were more than meets the eye. 
You knew that knowing is half the battle. 
You wanted to be on Star Search. 
You can remember Michael Jackson when he was black. 
You wore a banana clip at some point during your youth. 
You remember the garbage pail kids, and owned some. 
You knew what Willis was "talkin'  'bout." Rut row raggy. and Zoinks 
You HAD to have your MTV. 
You actually thought "Dirty Dancing" was a REALLY good movie. 
You remember when ATARI was a state of the art video game system. 
You owned any cassettes. 
You were led to believe that in the year 2000 we'd all be living on the moon. 
You remember and/or owned any of the Care Bear Glass collection from Pizza Hut or the Muppets glasses from McDonalds 
Poltergeist freaked you out. 
You carried your lunch to school in a Gremlins, ET, Dukes of Hazzard,Knight Rider, Strawberry Shortcake or A-Team lunch box. 
You have ever pondered why Smurfette was the ONLY female smurf. 
You know what leg warmers are and probably had a pair. 
You wore biker shorts underneath a short skirt and felt stylish. 
You wore your Izod shirt with the collar up. 
You had a Swatch Watch with the Swatch Guard. 
Your Legos collection started with the free sets in a Happy Meal. 
You remember when Happy Meals came in a box, not a  paper bag. 
You remember when Saturday Night  Live was funny. 
You had Wonder Woman or Superman underoos. 
You know what a "Push Up" ice cream is. 
You had to come in the house when the street lights came on. 
You had to change into play clothes after school. 
You owned, or knew somebody with a Commodore 64. 
You hated Scrappy Doo. 
You recorded songs off the radio with your boom box. 
You wish you had a light saber. 
Somehow you still know all the words to songs played on VH1's "Big 80's"

Your arm was full of rubber bracelets. 
You have ever said, "Gag me with a  spoon." 
You have ever wondered what happened to Saturday morning cartoons. 
You  had to get up to change the channel. 
You can still sing 1 to 12 from the Pinball machine on SesameStreet. 
You thought the "Thriller" video was pretty  cool 
You remember the first time you went in to a video store to rent a movie.

You wore those wide, colorfull shoelaces. 
Quiet Riot's "Come on feel the noise" was the best song - ever. 
You know where "I want my two dollars" came from. 
You still cannot go in to the water because of that damn movie -> Jaws. 
El Debarge's "Get a beat to the Rythem of the night" plagued the radio every hour.

You remember life before minivans and SUVs. 
If you can identify with at least half of this list  then 
you, my friend, are a "Child of the 80's". 
Now, how old do you feel?

Love in the 1980's

I was working part time in a five and dime. My boss was Mr. Magee. He was six foot four and full of muscles and walked like an Egyptian, but I was happy to be stuck with him. One manic Monday, while I was busy working for the weekend, I overheard him make a careless whisper.

He told two of my co-workers, Jack and Diane, that I gave love a bad name. Well, I got so emotional, baby. I told him to say say say what he wants, but don't play games with my affection. He told me it was hard for him to say he's sorry and not to worry, to be happy. Then he blamed it on the rain. He was so out of touch. It just took my breath away. I couldn't fight this feeling any longer. I asked him "What's love got to do with it?" He told me to get outta his store and his dreams and into my car.

So I figured I might as well jump. I cut footloose, went home and called my girl, Jenny. (You already know the number) She was on the other line with Amanda. They were talking about Mickey and how he was so fine. That blew my mind! Was she really going out with him? I told her that I had just called to say I love her. She told me she had been saving all her love for me, but now she was looking for a new love - asta la vista, baby. I thought "I can't go for that - no can do! Bring me a higher love!" I called up some of my old west end girls, hoping that one of them would want to get physical all night long (all night). First I called Billie Jean - she told me to beat it. I called Rosanna - her sister Christian blessed the rains down in Africa and then hung up on me. Come on, Eileen! ... no answer. Nobody told me there'd be days like these! I was feeling like the owner of a lonely heart.

Then, out of the blue, my best friend's girlfriend (she used to be mine) Roxanne calls. Yes, the real Roxanne. She told me she still hadn't found what she's looking for and that she wanted to take on me. I said "I thought you were Jessie's girl." She said "Don't you want me? You don't have to put on the red light - I'm on my own." What a feeling! I had the eye of the tiger. Who was I f-f-f-foolin? Roxanne drove me crazy like no one else. She's a beauty! She blinded me with science, and weird science at that. There was always something there  to remind me of her and I just knew that I'd have the time of my life.

I wasn't about to la-di-da-di. I jumped in my little red Corvette and rocked down to Electric Avenue. I got my mind set on her. When I got to her house (in the middle of her street) I ran. I rapped on her front door and to  this rapper's delight, i heard a voice say "Who can it be now?" "Here I am, the one that you love", I replied. I let my love open the door and was immediately lost in her eyes. I felt like a virgin touched for the very first time. She loosened her blouse and said "Rock me Amadeus!" Well, I felt it was my prerogative to bust a move. I told her "I'll tumble for ya!" as I pinned her on the stairs, hungry like the wolf.

Just then I felt an invisible touch on my shoulder. "Turn around bright eyes!" said a familiar voice. As I did, Jessie hit me with a sledgehammer of an uppercut that spun me right round like a record. He was hangin' tough and continued to roll with it, knocking the wind from beneath my wings - broken wings by this time. He rocked me tonight, for old time's sake, beating me from head to toe, until my true colors were black and blue and blood was spilling from my mouth like red, red wine. "You don't owe me money for nothing!" he snarled. At this point I was livin' on a prayer. I crawled back to my little red Corvette and drove home thinking about how my tainted love had cut like a knife - how it seems that every rose, truly, has its thorn. No longer do I want to know what love is. Love stinks.