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March 7, 2014 | 11 Comments » | Topics: Nostalgia
A teenager at my place of employment was asked by her supervisor to load a tape into a VCR just recently for training purposes. She literally had no clue what he was talking about. I feel so old.
I still feel that anxiety of the 1st photo when I go clothing shopping with the wife. =(
my mom would always forget something in line and leave me hanging there and I swear it was always something at the very other end of the store and seconds felt like hours…fuck everything about that
Yeah man… that first pic….. so many bad memories!
I don’t know anyone that can beat Mike Tyson without a game genie code….
DAT SMELL!!! YUMMM
I never ever defeated Mike Tyson, and I know nobody who did. This was almost as difficult as pinning someone at “WrestleMania.” I never figured it out. I always pinned someone randomly.
We were all Batman fans, and we loved the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. We ate pizza “with them.” We knew lines from “Back To The Future” by heart.
You could trick your mother into reading a comic book to you before bedtime, knowing that when she would be done, it would be later than what she usually wants. I usually chose a “Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles” book.
Saturday was wonderful! Cartoons in the morning, wrestling at noon, a funny movie in the afternoon, an action movie at night, and if you could wait that long – and believe me, you could – around midnight, you had a chance to see a pair of nipples, even if the television channel was not perfect!
Pauly Shore was popular, and I never fully understood why. I preferred watching “Police Academy” and fantasize about Leslie Easterbrook.
You had the “Dookie” or “Smells Like Children” albums, and you were regarded as a cool expert on modern music.
Few people had cable. Even fewer people knew about World Championship Wrestling. Pamela Anderson was a babe. Seeing a nipple was like hardcore pornography for us.
Michael Myers and Freddy Krueger were terrifying. John Candy was the funniest man that I knew. I remember his death vividly, just like John McSherry’s heart attack on the baseball field. I loved the dominating Expos – for a time – and that new sensation, Frank Thomas. I was in love with Tom Barrasso and the art of goaltending.
You were good at school, you were a nerd. Some things remain the same.
The end of school was time to make a garden! I knew nothing about it, but I watched my grandmother do it, and it looked fun. It was actually hard work, but not to me.
The end of summer was dreadful. My mother used to tell me, “You have two weeks left before school starts. In one week, you will go to bed early to get used to the schedule.” I was losing an entire week… and we all know that summer was short! I forbade her to even utter the word “school,” but she did it, anyway.
I remember those shoes with the lights. I also remember when the soft drinks man came home to deliver an old forgotten brand, Lucky One. There was also a man who used to come home once a year to sell my family some black pepper. My grandmother adored his brand, Raleigh. Then, there was the Shell man, and the milkman. I used to wait for the couple who delivered the mail, to see if they had anything for me. I rarely had something. I did not understand why nobody was writing me. One day, I got a letter from my aunt. “A letter, for me?!” There was no equivalent.
I recorded on audio and video cassettes. “Mom, I need a 90-minute cassette! I can’t do anything with this 60-minute cassette!”
Today, I am 29 years old. Sometimes, I would rather be eight years old again, but I still have all my memories.