You wore bell-bottoms, and if you were lucky, your bell-bottoms were Dittos (Can you feel the fit?!).

You’d go with the the Fam to Thrifty’s Drug Store to get ice cream cones, by the scoop, on a hot day. And oh yeah, it was only 5 cents a scoop.

You used your cassette player to tape songs off the radio.

You knew the words to Muskrat Love, and you weren’t afraid to sing them.

You had skates…you know, the kind with four wheels, and you loved to go to the Skating Rink.

You loved the “sweathogs” of Welcome Back, Kotter, and your favorite phrase was, “up your nose with a rubber hose.”

Disco. Need I say more?

You had a huge collection of 45′s. (Any younger generations are gonna be stumped on this one!)

You rode a bike with a banana seat, and you thought you were cool doing it.

You had a Pet Rock, or you knew someone else who did. (Now THAT is what I call marketing genius: sell rocks, and become a millionaire!)

You thought Sea Monkeys were real.

Everything in your mom’s kitchen was harvest gold or avocado green.

Tiger Beat was your favorite magazine.

You begged your mom for some Love’s Baby Soft perfume, and bubble gum lip gloss.

Your hair had “wings.”

Wallabies. And I don’t mean animals.

Asking your Magic 8 ball if you would marry Shaun Cassidy, or maybe Leif Garrett?

Drive-In movies!

I could go on and on about the 70′s. It was a wild decade, to be sure. But as I look back on it, one word comes to mind that really sums it up for me:

Groovy!