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You’re here.

What else are you gonna do?

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I entered my teenage years in the 1970’s and believe me, there were plenty of inexplicable things.

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Did we buy rocks we could just as easily have picked up in the backyard? Sure. But they came with fake hay and a nifty cardboard box. Who didn’t want that?

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Dr. Scholls. They were clunky, heavy, unattractive and you couldn’t wait to buy the next new color when it was released. You wore them, admit it.

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If you were a young girl in the ‘70’s? Your mother dressed you like this. I believe it is the reason many of us drink.

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This.

I wish I had a video of myself endlessly bopping around our backyard on what was then my favorite toy. This thing rocked! As well as bounced the living crap out of your internal organs. We had a slight hill on your property and let me tell you… 7 year old River airborne down a hill on a Hoppity Hop was a thing of beauty.

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Yes, also inexplicable was the 1970 desire to cover bathrooms in horrendous waves of thick, preferably shag, brightly hued carpeting. Mustard, olive green and turquoise were da bomb.

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While my parent’s home was filled with antiques and the occasional hint of Danish modern in the 70’s… aka the era of questionable taste…thankfully it didn’t include this particular “western” couch… but I can guarantee you knew someone who owned one and loved it. I knew many someones and sadly the couches were still in their homes in the 80’s.

Finally, no visit to the ‘70’s would be complete without this.

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Being chosen to run the overhead projector during class? That was the epitome of cool.

Your turn!

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