I was born in the wrong era; I would love to have been a teenager when Bach, Mozart and Salieri were all the rage, not Justin Bieber and Rebecca Black. When not everybody had cell phones or computers, you had to go outside and herd cows or take the pigs to the market all day. When corsets, bustles, and hoop skirts were the fashion, not skimpy shorts and belly tops, like it is now. When kids cared more about living past the age of 12 than popularity and sex. When you could stay out until it was dark and your parents weren’t worried about you because your parents were probably dead from the plague. Shakespeare plays, revolutions and powdered wigs, when street urchins were the cool kids, not the outcasts. People didn’t cake themselves in foundation, just good old fashioned dirt and oil from the kerosene lamp was enough; on girls and boys. When people were happy with themselves. And dying from the plague.