When Did I Go From Torn Jeans To Stretch Pants?

Driving home from yet another school activity, one of my audio blasts from the pasts came on the radio. Back in the day, I would roll down the windows and sing at the top of my lungs, oblivious to who heard me or what I sounded like. Nowadays, I am told from my bosses in the back seat to lower my horrible music and put their DVD back on. That would be my three precious kids. Whom I love very much. But they rule my life. I had visions of a twenty-two year old me in leggings and a fringed jacket, rocking out a the coolest New York clubs, hair bigger than possible, thinking I was invincable. Life happens I guess.