It was 1980.
I was in sixth grade.
This was also the year I won the town Roller Derby.
I took first place, and got a bronze medal.
I aspired to be a back-up dancer for Solid Gold.
I think I had the right look.
Ruffled shirt. (Check!)
Feathered hair. (Check!)
Beaded gold elastic headband. (Check, check, check!!!)
And lovin' the thoughtful vignetted second "me" pondering her limitless future, which sadly, due to extreme incoordination and no redeeming dance moves whatsoever, did not net her that sexy back-up dancer gig.