Wide leg jeans, crop tops, denim jumpers, gold hoops, the crackling sound, and burnt smell of hot flat iron meeting over-spritzed hair. Multi-layered and multi-colored scrunchies, adorn my hair. I have Bubblicious Bubble Gum being chewed on one side of my mouth and (for lack of knowing all the words) I'm mumbling the lyrics of some Michael Jackson song out of the other. Simpler times? Yes, but why were we just so extra at everything.