I take it back.  I take it all back.

In the I'm too Sexy for my Shirt post two weeks ago, I wrote: Would I go back to being twenty years younger?  Not a chance in hell!  I liked myself then - I like myself even better now.

Then I saw this video.  What is it about music that brings back such strong memories?  They say scent memory is the strongest of all - but I think music memory (my term) must be a close second.

I vividly remember  when this song hit  - 1984; and I loved it from the moment I heard the opening notes.  And whenever I hear it now, or it's even mentioned, I go back in time.

Back to that audacious, carefree young woman with long blond hair, and yes, Wayfarers, zipping down a wide, palm studded boulevard in a tiny sports car.  I can still feel the sun on my face, the wind whipping my hair; and the feeling of sheer bliss - no cares, no responsibilities, per se - just reveling in life.

So, I take back what I said.  Yes, I'd go back - only for an afternoon, or maybe a day - back to reconnect with that girl whose eyes sparkled with fire, every single moment.

And now, the video, to bring a smile to the beginning of a weekend - and to remember what it was like - once upon a time: