This is a sponsored post in partnership with Dave's Killer Bread. All opinions are my own.
It was the 80's and I remember being in elementary school and walking home from the bus stop in my Airwalk high tops and pegged, acid-washed jeans. Each day I would come home, throw open the front door, and head straight to the kitchen. I couldn't wait to gorge myself on an after school snack. If it was a good day, there might even be some of those cheap mini pizza bagels that were so chewy that they tasted like a wet sponge covered with those tiny specks of fake sausage. Apparently in the 80's my taste in snack food was a level below my taste in fashion. I'm pretty happy that my kids have much better taste in after school snacks and in their pants. Those tennis shoes were pretty amazing though!
