No wait, don't help, I'm liking it. As the new millennium approaches, a revival of that neon decade is inevitable. I just saw Adam Sandler in "The Wedding Singer," and it got me thinking about that decade when we grew up. We are children of the 1980s.

Do you remember all the things we had? There were Cabbage Patch Kids on roller skates, Transformers, plastic charm bracelets with rhinestones, glow in the dark everything, and sticker books. Did you have a sticker book? There were all kinds of stickers to hoard. Glittery, fuzzy and scratch-and-sniff stickers. Trading stickers got tricky when the adhesive would wear off. I will never forget the backyard battle that ensued when I accidentally ripped Lisa's shiny green palm tree sticker in half. I can remember Saturday mornings at the video game arcade when all that technology was so new. There was breakdancing going on along our suburban street. We would take our Care Bears around the block in a rickety stroller during those dusky summer nights. "Elmo has nothing on the Care Bear Riots," Josh said. I can remember moms duking it out at K-Mart to grab the Sunshine Bear. Then on Christmas, we all wanted Pound Puppies. We could follow fads and trends like the plastic they were built on.

My little brother and I had every conceivable action figure. There were the Star Wars figures, which are probably worth money now-as if I would ever sell off Chewbacca so some Coventry-going kid could buy him!

We had the He-Man Castle next door to the Barbie House. Life was serene, innocent and fantastic. Times were awesome, radical and gnarly! Well, we were kids. That could be part of it.

Worldly events were still going on, but I was just sorting through a box of Pac-Man Cereal. Our generation was raised with so much information, beauty, and‹contrary to popular belief‹morals. Think about it. Every TV show we grew up on seemed to have a moral at the end. Remember Family Ties? I always liked Alex P. Keaton.

And Webster! Didn't you always want to have a secret clock passageway in your house? The 1980s planted seeds for acceptance of all different races and just differences. Punky Brewster was the fashion idol to many a third-grader.

We were the children with the day-glow shoelaces and idealistic parents. Now we have to save the world. You knew that, right? It cannot be up to the Baby Boomer hippies-turned-yuppies.

Planet Earth, yeah, that is where the decades have brought us. No matter what, we are still here. The 1980s were not just greed and Reagan. They were us seeing everything through the digital light, and having impressions made on us as we grew up. So hold on to that Saturday morning cartoon sensibility. Take all the love you had then and run with it like that excellent prize from the gumball machine. What did you get? Wanna trade?