September, 1987.
My parents picked me up from Sarah’s sleepover birthday party and I was wearing my favorite outfit (yes, I believe that is a lilac button-up jumpsuit, and it was a hand-me-down from my dad’s boss’s daughter) and my awesome watch, and we drove to Six Flags for the first time to go see Weird Al and the Monkees. First concert ever! Also: BEST CONCERT EVER.
And then later that day, after the concert of excruciating perfection, my little brother and I met Alf.
* Um. A cardboard cut-out of Alf. But, still. Weird Al +The Monkees + ALF = the greatest day ever and nothing shall ever top it.