Stairway to Heaven came on my Pandora feed today and holy crap. This was invariably the last song at our church camp dances, which is story-worthy right there. Unfortunately, I hear it and am instantly filled with the withering shame of standing in the dark, no one having asked me to dance, watching the couples, knowing this fucking song would be seven minutes long, which is an eternity in embarrassed junior high time.
It's ok. I made up for it in high school, when I was really, really happy to have seven minutes to surreptitiously make-out, but holy shit. What a vivid memory--shame upon shame as I find myself on the dance floor with a pitying counselor.
Fuck you very much, Pandora.