The radio station is playing throwback songs. The music of my teen years. It puts me & pins me to a place in time. Sets me right down to ever so slightly musty basement rec room. To wood paneling walls, a tv with a finicky antenna, & fingers stained orange from cheese puffs.
I yearn for those days. For the potential they held & the many paths open for me. For the anxiety of a first date & final exams. For the discovery of new bands & sweaty palms at school dances.
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