March 2007:
Recently I have reconnected with some of my dearest friends from elementary school (thanks to myspace). Naturally, this has led to a walk down memory lane. Here are some of the things I loved most about growing up in the 80's:
1. Dressing up as a punk rocker for Halloween.
2. Listening to NKOB and Milli Vanilli (I still love "Blame it on the rain")!
3. Stretch pants and neon pink, yellow and green clothing
4. Side ponytails and banana clips rocked!
5. Going to the roller rink or ice skating rink on a Friday night
6. Slumber parties (in which we inevitably played "Light as a feather, stiff as a board"
7. Lip Syncing to Cyndi Lauper (still dig it)
8. Climbing trees
9. Playing with barbies (I am not ashamed to admit I played with barbies until the 7th grade- my sisters and I LOVED them)
10. Singing along with Bon Jovi ("Shot through the Heart", "Living on a Prayer", "Dead or Alive")
11. TV shows like "Kate and Ally", "Silver Spoon", "Different Strokes", "Full House" and "Growing Pains" (loved some Kirk Cameron)
12. Dressing up in my mom and granny's old dress up clothes and high heels
13. Putting on "shows" (singing and dancing) for my family
14. Clogging
15. Gathering up the courage (with your best friend beside you) to call up your current crush
16. Reading "Sweet Valley" and "The Babysitter's Club" books
17. Reading the classic girl staple, "Are you there God, it's me Margaret"
18. Jam boxes and tapes
19. Wearing "jellies"
20. Big wheels! I also am unashamed to admit my cousin Brandy and I rode these up until high school (and remarkably survived the stupid shit we use to do on them)
21. Playing out in the woods behind the house I grew up in (this included playing in the creek and fishing for crawdads)
22. Sunny days with my best canine friend, Banjo
23. I don't remember what they were called but they were plastic charm necklaces and you slowly collected more charms for it
24. Runts and Nerd candy
25. Playing T-ball
26. Writing and passing notes to friends and love notes to cute boys
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