1987

That is the year I belong in:

You Belong in 1987

Wild, over the top, and just a little bit cheesy. You're colorful at night - and successful during the day.

What Year Do You Belong In?

But umm... no thanks! I won't go back to that year if someone paid me a trillion dollars. I was 13 and in 7th grade then 8th grade. Nope, no thanks. Oh yea... and my father remarried that year to an OCD woman with MS who didn't like me much. So much was the uh... dislike that in fact that I didn't see my father for three years after that. Yep, it was great.