Halcyon days?

I guess that the theme of a songwriter reminiscing fondly about the days of their youth has probably been a staple since songs were first composed. Of late, though, one particular song of that nature has left me feeling - well, almost bitter each time I hear it, which is fairly often in recent weeks, given that it's high on the playlist of the radio station I listen to pretty much exclusively. The song is Wonder Days  by Thunder, and is a fairly obviously autobiographical trip back to the writer's teenage years. The reactions it elicits in me are, of course, no fault of the band or of Planet Rock, but it doesn't change the fact that my teens were, more or less in their entirety, bloody awful, a desperately painful and unhappy time in my life. I went into that period just discovering, or, maybe better realising, that I was 'queer', to use the pejorative most prevalent at the time, which was bad enough, as I saw it then, but worse was to come - by the time I 'escaped' into my twenties (which were really no better, but that's another story) I knew beyond certainty that I wasn't 'just' gay, but a boylover as well. So to hear someone singing about what a wonderful time they had isn't ever going to do much for me, in all honesty. It's just jealousy, I suppose, but rather than being jealous of an individual's circumstances, it's a more societal thing, born of the knowledge that most of my contemporaries 'fitted in', found a sense of belonging. Something I never did, and still don't.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B