It was 1986/7. I was in the back of my mom's red Lancer. (It was the car that talked. It would tell you, "Your fuel is low." "A Door is ajar." It was a cool car...) We were cruising through Portland, Maine listening to Mom's latest purchase: a Madonna tape.
My brother, sister, and I were in the back of the car singing along.
"I'm a Cheerio...I'm a Cheerio...I'm a Cheerio Girl!"
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