Class of 89

I grew up in the eighties
that’s where I spent my teens
We saw the end of the bell bottoms
and ushered in the acid wash jeans

I remember big hair and rock bands
Friday night parties with all of my friends
Drag racing after school
and hoping it would never end

I remember being young
my first awkward night with a girl
I knew I’d had too much to drink
but I still had to give it a whirl

I’ll never forget that feeling
our special group on graduation day
Those faces I would never see again
and setting out to make our own way

August 5,2020
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Theraven Avatar
August 17, 2020 at 8:32 AM
Mark, Right there with you just as you described it. Very nice to travel in this time machine of your creation. -Richard
Koplin Avatar
August 17, 2020 at 1:06 PM
Thanks Richard! I’m glad you enjoyed it
Carmack Avatar
August 6, 2020 at 6:52 PM
I can't believe it has been 31 years. I have enjoyed every decade, but there will always be something special about the 80's.
Koplin Avatar
August 7, 2020 at 8:56 AM
I know right
Allison Avatar
August 5, 2020 at 3:17 PM
what wonderful memories Mark!:-) thanks for sharing:-) hugs Jan xx
Koplin Avatar
August 5, 2020 at 6:37 PM
High School was a blast. Great memories
Proxenos Avatar
August 5, 2020 at 9:56 AM
My husband's best friend from High School died last year - he was 69 and had stage 4 lung cancer. How can we ever forget our school days and graduation days. Lovely write, Blessings, Jennifer.
Koplin Avatar
August 5, 2020 at 6:36 PM
I'm so sorry to hear that. I've had some classmates over the years that have died as well. Thank you for the comment
Logan Avatar
August 5, 2020 at 7:20 AM
Those days create so many memories for us that will last forever. Great flashback write, Mark, but I'm sure your life is just as fulfilling now...maybe more so.
Koplin Avatar
August 5, 2020 at 9:04 AM
Thank you so much Jenna. Life is good and very fulfilling
Cunningham Avatar
August 5, 2020 at 6:52 AM
Happy memories Mark, tell me where do the years go? And as you get older time seems to speed up Tom
Koplin Avatar
August 5, 2020 at 8:58 AM
Where do the years go? I like that statement I may have to write one about that. Stay tuned my friend and I will tell you
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