by Christina BrookeI was shocked. SHOCKED, I tell you, to learn the number of years it has been since I was a senior at high school.
The truth came home to roost when I was invited to my school reunion this year.
Really? Was it that many years since I'd darkened those hallowed halls wearing a deconstructed nun's habit and panama hat?
Surely not. Surely it was only yesterday that I was doing try-hard headbanging to Smells Like Teen Spirit and envying Kate Moss's waifish drug-chic look. Only slightly longer since I begged my mother for a fluorescent t-shirt (she agreed to socks) and danced around my friend's bedroom to WHAM!
But there you go, time has not stood still since I drank my first free Black Russian at City Rowers on Ladies' Night Tuesday. My theory is that years don't age you. Children do. Still, I mustn't have been feeling terribly old despite my 2.0 children because that number on the reunion invitation really smacked me right between the eyes.
You have probably gathered by now that I belong to the generation known as 'X'. Apparently, our day in the sun is long gone. So far in the past, in fact, that the latest craze is for Gen X nostalgia.
Oh, dear. Someone pass me a Cosmopolitan, will you? I need to go and lie down.
What were the weird crazes when you were a child/teenager? What fad did you take part in that you'd rather forget? Is there anything you didn't do that you wish you had?
