I was born in the wrong era; I would love to of been a teenager when Blink 182, New found glory an Green day were on the radio, not Justin beiber and Rebecca black. When not everybody had a mobile phones and computers, you had to go outside and call your friends. When denim jackets with badges and studs covering them and tartan skirts was the fashion, not skimpy shorts and belly tops, like it is now. When kids cared more about music then popularity. When you could stay out till dark and your parents weren’t worried about you because we actually used our brains. 90’s sitcoms, black nail polish and mowhawks, when punks were the cool kids not the outcasts, just some eyeliner was enough; on girls and boys. When people were happy with themselves