Buying the whole CD just to listen to one song. Butterfly clips. Shark clips. Slip dresses worn over tight t-shirts. Tencel jeans. JTT. The truth is out there. Chat rooms. Chunky streaks. Crushed velvet. Picking your favourite Spice Girl. Cardigans with faux-fur collars. The rhythm of the night. Rhythm is a dancer. Lip Smackers. ‘The Rachel’ haircut. Elizabeth Arden’s Sunflowers perfume. Nick Carter. Devon Sawa. Everyone owned a copy of Alanis Morissette’s Jagged Little Pill. Grunge. Hip hop. Goths. The golden era of boy bands. Britney or Christina? Zig-zag metal headbands that dug into your head. Rollin’ with the homies. Choosing between Brandon and Dylan. I’ll never let go. Recording the top 40 on a cassette tape and pressing pause when the ads come on. Jelly sandals. Tamagotchis. MMMBop. Overalls. Mini backpacks. Mood rings. And last but not least – chokers.

Can you guess which decade I’m talking about? My upcoming novel will take you there.

Chapter one coming soon to Wattpad…