My parents bought our first television when I was seven. There was one channel, alternating daily between English and Afrikaans for two hours a day.
I owned and wore leg warmers in a non-ironic way.
I peroxided my fringe.
Ultimate romance used to be The Blue Lagoon:
I had a passionate relationship with Duran Duran.
I wrote letters to boys on writing-paper decorated with sunsets and palm trees.
The first album I bought was Madness. Up till then, I danced to my parents’ Abba and Fleetwood Mac records.
I taped the Top 40 with David “Reach for the Stars” Gresham every week on my cassette recorder.
When I was 11, I wanted to be Olivia Newton-John. Major entertainment was going to the roller-rink.
When I went shopping with my friends, we would share a plate of chips. Drinks were individual. Mine was a double-thick Horlicks milkshake.
The first dancing-party I went to I wore Deely-Boppers.
I remember the advent of drinking yogurt.
My first boyfriend wore brown jerseys and drove a 50cc motorbike.
I thought it was sexist that girls watched boys playing rugby, but no-one came to watch the girls play hockey.
I remember a time when black and white people could be jailed for sleeping together, and when black people were not allowed to buy property in the suburb where I lived.
I watched PW Botha’s Rubicon speech on TV in 1985 and Mandela’s release in 1990, and remember the brutal years in between.
I wrote all my undergraduate essays longhand. For reference, I used books and articles, which I found in a place called the library.
I wrote my first essay on computer at the age of 22.
I wore a meringue for my wedding-dress and we were the first to leave the party.
I went on honeymoon to Zimbabwe, when it was so peaceful and harmonious that I wanted to move there.
In 1995, I wrote an article for a magazine on the strange phenomenon known as the “World Wide Web” or the “Information Superhighway”.
I first used email at the age of 27.
With thanks to the lovely Ms Waffle for the inspiration. How old are you?