☀️ SUMMER OF ’95 ☀️
Back when your biggest problem was not being tall enough to dunk on a 7-foot rim at the park with no net.
🎶 This song played 34 times a day, every day.
In the car.
On the boombox.
At the pool.
At your cousin’s BBQ.
At your other cousin’s BBQ.
It was basically the national anthem for people who couldn’t touch the backboard.
🐇 You wished you were taller.
You wished you were a baller.
You definitely wished you had a girl who looked good (so you could call her).
And yeah, maybe a rabbit in a hat with a baseball bat too—because WHY NOT?
That song had us all manifesting hoop dreams and imaginary Impalas.
Still bumps. Still true.