Losing My Childhood

This has been a tough year for those of us who grew up in the eighties. We lost John Hughes, Farrah Fawcett, Michael Jackson, Naomi Sims, Ricardo Montalban, Walter Conkrite and, now, Patrick Swayze. These people were more than celebrities – they defined our childhood, gave teenage boys someone to fantasize about, made us sing in harmony, showed us that black is beautiful, taught us that reality is better than fantasy, provided calm during the storm and helped us move out of the corner. Every movie, every soundtrack, every picture, every word has shaped the people that we’ve become.

So rather than mourn their deaths, I’d like to toast their lives….Cheers and thanks for the memories!

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