In 1984 I was twelve years old. I had a major crush on Ralph Macchio from the Karate Kid. I read in TeenBeat or Bop or one of those magazines that I used to spend my allowance on that Ralph Macchio loved Bruce Springsteen. So, I started saying that I loved Bruce Springsteen–because this way, when I met Ralph and we fell in love, we would have something in common. Sharing music taste is what it takes for a good marriage, y’know? My dad listened to country music and that was all we were allowed to play in our house at the time, so I had no clue who Bruce Springsteen was.
One night that summer I was swimming in our above ground pool and my mom called out to … Continue Reading