I am a child of the 70's and 80's. That is what I prefer to be called. The 90's can do without me. Grunge isn't here to stay, fashion is fickle and "Generation X" is a myth by some OVER-40 writer trying to figure out why people wear flannel in the summer!
When I got home from school, I played Atari 2600. I spent hours playing Pitfall, Combat, Breakout, Dodge'em Cars and Frogger. I never did beat Asteroids.
Then I watched "Scooby Doo". Daphne was a goddess, and I thought Shaggy was smoking something synthetic in the back of the mystery machine. I HATED SCRAPPY.
I would sleep over at friends' houses on the weekends. We played army with GI Joe figures and I set up galactic wars between Autobots and Decepticons. We never beat Rubik's cube (unless you count taking it apart or removing the stickers!)
I got up on Saturday mornings at 6am to watch bad Hanna-Barbera cartoons like "Captain Caveman" and "Space Ghost". In between I would watch "School House Rock" (Conjunction junction--what's your function?) On Friday nights Daisy Duke was my future wife. I was going to own my own General Lee and shoot dynamite arrows out the back. Why did they weld the doors shut?
Did you dad turn from mild-mannered Bill Bixby into "The Incredible Hulk" when he got upset?
At the movies, the Nerds got revenge on the AlphaBetas by teaming up with the Omega Mu's. I watched Indiana Jones save the Ark of the Covenant and wondered what Yoda meant when he said, "No, there is another".
Ronald Reagan was cool.
My family took summer vacations to South Florida and collected "Muppet Movie" glasses along the way. (We had the whole set). At the hotel, we found creative uses for Connect Four pieces like throwing them in that big air conditioning unit.
I listened to John Cougar Mellencamp sing about Little Pink Houses for Jack & Diane. I was bewildered by Boy George and the colors of his dreams; red, gold and green....I was a "Wild Boy" Duran Duran. MTV played MUSIC videos. Nickelodeon played "You can't do that on Television" and "Dangermouse". Does anyone remember "Banana Splits"?
I drank Dr. Pepper. "I'm a Pepper, you're a Pepper---wouldn't you like to be a Pepper too?" Shasta was for losers. TAB was a laboratory accident. Capri Sun was a social statement. Orange juice wasn't just for breakfast anymore. My mom put a thousand Little Debbie Snack Cakes in my Charlie Brown lunch box and filled by Snoopy Thermos with Grape Kool-Aid ("Hey Kool-Aid"). I got TWO thousand cheese and cracker snack packs---how about that little red wand!
I went to school and had recess. I went to the same classes everyday. Some weird guy from the 8th grade always won the science fair with the working hydro-electric plant that leaked on my project about music and plants. Field day was BIGGER than Christmas, but it always seemed to rain just enough to make everybody miserable. Rubber band fights were cool. A substitute teacher was a marked woman. Nobody deserved that.
I went to Cub Scouts. I got my arrow-of-light, but never managed to win the Pinewood Derby. I got almost every skill award but don't remember ever doing anything.
The world stopped when the Challenger exploded. Half of your friend's parents got divorced. People did not just say "no" to drugs. AIDS started, but you knew more people who had a grandparent die from cancer. Somebody in your school died before they graduated.
We are the ones who played with Lego Building Blocks when they were just building blocks and gave Malibu Barbie crewcuts with safety scissors that never really cut.
Big Wheels and bicycles with streamers were the way to go and sidewalk chalk is all you needed to build a city. Imagination was the key. It made the Ewok Treehouse big enough for you to be Luke. And the kitchen table and that old sheet, dark enough to be a tent in the forest. Your world was the backyard and it was all you needed.
With your pink portable tape player, Debbie Gibson sang backup to you and everyone wanted a skirt like the Material Girl and a glove like Michael Jackson's. Today, we are the ones who sing along with Bruce Springsteen and The Bangles perfectly and have no idea why! We recite line from Ghostbusters and still look to the Goonies for a great adventure. We flip through TV stations and stop at the A-Team and Knight Rider and Fame, and laugh with The Cosby Show and Family Ties and Punky Brewster and "What are you talkin' about Willis?" We hold strong affections for the Muppets and why did they take the Smurfs off the air? After school specials were about cigarette's and step- families. The Polka Dot Door was nothing like Barney and aren't the Power Rangers just Voltron reincarnated?
We are the ones who read Nancy Drew, The Hardy Boys, The Bobbsey Twins, Beverly Cleary and Judy Blume. Friendship bracelets were ties you didn't break and friendship pins went on shoes---preferably hightop velcro Reebok. Pegged jeans were in, as were unit belts and layered socks, jean jackets, JAMS, charm necklaces, side pony tails and just tails. Rave was a girl's best friend.
Braces with colored rubber bands made you rad.
The backdoor was always open and Mom served only red Kool-Aid to the neighborhood kids. YOU NEVER drank the New Coke. Entertainment was cheap and lasted for hours. All you needed to be a princess were high heels and an apron. Sit n' Spin always made you dizzy but never made you stop. Pogoballs were dangerous weapons and Chinese Jump Ropes never failed to trip someone.
In you Underoos you were Wonder Woman, Spider Man or Robin and in your treehouse you were king! Star Wars was not only a movie. Did you ever play in a bomb shelter?
We didn't start the fire Billy Joel.
We had neighborhoods where in the day we could play kick the can until midnight, "guns" and all of the things that made us Grown Up. There was always that "one field" that could be used for either baseball, football, homerun derby or just a place to hang out. That was my field of dreams Mr. Costner. At night we would play flashlight tag and go trick or treating without the fear of being killed or kidnapped. Our guns had caps or "lasers". If we didn't have the Jessie James guns, we could just get a rock and smash the caps on the ground! We loved those orange race tracks....that was until our mother (or babysitter) realized she could smack us with them! We too collected football and baseball cards but it was because we wanted to be the first in the neighborhood to have the "complete" set. In our neighborhoods we played with He-Man and Skeletor.
Going to get a Happy Meal on Saturday with Mom and Dad was worth waiting the other six days of the week.
No, we are the furthest thing from a lost generation. Does going to arcades on Saturday, getting carpooled to football with your best friend, eating fruit roll-ups, birthday parties at McDonald's, Godfather's Pizza or Noble Romans (make your own pizza) express you are lost?
How many people melted army figures that were given to them by their parents? Was Green Lantern the Coolest Super Hero? Aquaman?-----Wonder Twins Powers-----Activate!!!!!!!!!
How's about coming home at night and separating your Halloween candy into: The Cool Stuff, The Homemade Stuff and the pennies....... How's about the candy that came in that awful orange and black wax paper? Did you EVER try it? Do you remember the one house that had a sign in the candy bowl that said, "Take One"----How many did you take? Were you desperate one year and as a teenager you trick or treated?
We played with real baseballs and "Putt putt for the fun of it." "Hey, my mom will take us if your mom picks us up!"
Could you ever really beat Indiana Jones? Did you have sliced oranges or grapes for your half-time treat? How about a hot dog and coke after every football and baseball game? Star Crunchies! Whippy Dip! Twinkies! Ho-ho's!
We are the children of the 80's. So if you are reading this and it ALL hit's home, then you do indeed have a heritage or a generation. This is what makes us the most unique generation of all!
PS---Hey girls, who still has their sticker albums/collections? And what ever happened to Holly Hobbie........
