Your parents were the dumbest people on the planet?
Your entire weekend depended on going to the right party with the right girl or boy?
Your entire weekend depended on having enough gas money to get to that right party?
The entire success of that weekend depended on getting home without having your parents find out about the perfect party?
Or the boy/girl you went to that party with?
Or how you got the money to buy the gas that got you to that perfect party?
Weren’t things so hard back then?
Don’t you miss those problems?
Damn, I do!