Speaking of '80s films...
Five year old me is all a-flutter tonight, as she realized that someday, twenty-six year old her not only got to see her Family Ties crush*, Michael J. Fox, on the big screen, but also come home with a full-size Back to the Future poster.
If only she knew twenty-six Hannah would be so in love with London that she'd have no wall space left, though. That part's kinda a bummer to kindergarten Hannah.
(*People of the world: have you heard my mother tell the story about my childhood crush on Michael J. Fox? It involves laminated pictures under pillows. Ask her sometime if you require amusement.)