In 1985, I was the prototypical 80s kid (only without the money, which is why I formed an attachment to punks and fringey people like John Cusack...). Even though I was a tomboy, I wore a pink leotard with my blue jeans (later, high heels with jeans ). I was attached to my Walkman. I loved Voltron, Tranzor Z, the Transformers, He-Man (my super awesome ISFJ friend bought me both a Soundwave and a Battlecat for my birthday one year because he knew I couldn't afford it back when it was popular....).
I would daydream through class about being dressed like Madonna from her "Lucky Star" video, and my British rock star boyfriend would bust me out of school and we'd take off in his limo for the airport. I never thought of myself as an eight year, just a frustrated 19 year old in a little person's body.
In the late 80s, I was totally into Johnny Depp. Watched 21 Jump St. religiously. My best friend even had a giant poster of him on the back of her door. I couldn't sleep with him looking at me all night. I thought "Cry Baby" was the edge of cool.
The 80s was this one long shiny moment, even when things were bad. I remember LIVING at the roller rink.