The year was 1980 and I was three and soon to be ex-only child. I had already fallen in love with David Bowie and 3-2-1 Contact was the best show to appear on the airwaves. However none if this meant as much to me as my maroon corduroy bell bottom pants.
I felt like a grown up. These things made me cool. I would watch the cuffs sweep against each other. With each groovy step I made in these pants, they are sure to invite me to Sesame Street to hang out.
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Corduroy is great. I still love it. Not sure I could still rock the poly Tuffskins though.
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