I've been feeling a little old lately. I'm a teensy (lotsa) bit sore when I get up from reading bedtime stories; my smile lines are no longer indicative of my levels of happiness, but instead my age; and, worst of all, everywhere I look I see all of my childhood toys (My Little Pony, Strawberry Shortcake, etc.) updated and repackaged for a new generation.
But I guess we all gotta move on. So let's celebrate the awesomeness that was growing up in the 1980s while we shop for extra cushiony seats for our old, bony asses.
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