Hello and thanks for dropping in, a friend of mine sent me this text
and it says to pass it on so I thought what better way than to post
it, well if you grew up in the 80's like I did then this is for you!
It is quite humorus but also VERY true! Oh sorry bout moving
without warning but well I put it off long enough. Well glad ya found
it, sorry I removed the adult section but hey life sucks.
Hey Guys,
I think somewhere along the way I got lost in all the bullshit.
Life
can be a bitch and I know that we are all under a lot of stress.
Sometimes we just have to put things in perspective. This may
take a
long time to read, but I believe it's worth it.
DON'T CALL ME A GENERATION X-ER. I AM A CHILD OF THE 80'S.
This is what I prefere to be called. Grunge isn't here to stay,
fashion
is fickle, and "generation X" is just a label some over 40 year old
person made up to try and explain why we where flannel shirts in the
summer.
When I got home from school I spent hours playing my Atari. Pitfall,
combat, breakout, Dodge 'em cars, or frogger. Was it possible to beat
asteroids?
I watched scooby doo, believed that Daphne was a goddess, and thought
shaggy was always smoking something in the back of that psychedelic
van.
I hated scrappy.
I would sleep over at friends houses on weekends. We would spend
hours
playing with G.I. Joe figures, and set up galactic wars between autobots
and decepticons. I still have many of my star wars figures buried
in a
closet back home. Maybe you do too.
We would stay up half the night throwing marshmellows or velveta at
each
other. Later we might teepee some poor unfortunate classmates house.
We
always kept the volume low so we would not wake the parents, while
we
tried to catch a glimpse of some brief nudity on Showtime. We
never
beat the Rubik's Cube.
I got up at 6 AM on Saturday mornings to watch the Smurfs, snorks,
captain caveman, or space ghost. In between I would watch school
house
rock. (conjunction junction what's your function?) I believe I learned
half of my English skills this way.
Daisy Duke was my future wife. I was going to buy the General
Lee and
shoot explosive arrows out of the back. I dented the hood of more than
one friend's car trying to slide over it like Luke. Why did they weld
the doors shut?
I watched the nerds get revenge on the alpha betas, Indiana Jones save
the arc of the covenant, and wondered what Yoda meant when he said,
"No,
there is another."
Ronald Reagan was cool. Gorbachev was the guy who built a Mcdonalds
in
Moscow, and my family always took summer vacations and collected muppet
glasses along the way. We had the whole set.
We took our vacations before the invention of the minivan and usually
sat in the back of the wagon trying to invent new uses for connect
four
pieces, like stuffing them in the airconditioning vent.
I listened to John Cougar Mellencamp sing about pink houses, and the
little ditty about Jack and Diane. I was bewildered by Boy George and
the colors of his dreams, red, gold, and green. MTV played videos,
and
the moonman meant more than just a symbol of a time past. Nickelodian
played "you can't do that on television" and "Dangermouse." HBO showed
Mike Tyson pummel everyone except Robin Givens, that bad actress from
head of the class.
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. And Tab was a laboratory
accident.
Capri sun was a social statement. Orange juice wasn't just for breakfast
anymore, and bacon had to move over for something meatier.
My mom put a thousand Little Debbie Snack cakes in my Chalie Brown lunch
box, and filled my snoopy thermos with kool aid. I would never eat
the
snack cakes though, did anyone. I had about a thousand cheese and
cracker snack packs and I ate those.
I went to school and the same classes every day. Recess was filled with
kickball and dodgeball. And some weird guy always won the eighth grade
science fair with the working hydro-electric plant that always leaked
all over my project about music and plants. God they loved beethoven!
Field day was bigger than Christmas, but it always seemed to rain just
enough to make the kids who fell over in the three legged race
miserable. Deck the halls with gasoline, fa la la la la la la la la
was
just a song.
Burping was cool. Rubber band fights were cooler. And the
substitute
teacher was a marked woman. Nobody deserved that.
I went to cub scouts. I got the arrow of light, but always managed to
come in second in the pine wood derby. I just know that the kid
who
beat me had an illegal amount of lead in the tip of his car.
I received
numerous skill awards but don't remember doing anything. "Always be
prepared" was just a motto, now it seems like a way of life.
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. When you put all this
stuff
together you have my childhood. If this stuff sounds familiar,
then I
bet you are one too. We are children of the Eighties. That
is what I
prefer "they" call us.
We are the children of the eighties. We are not the first "lost
generation" nor today's lost generation; in fact, we think we know
just
where we stand - or are discovering it as we speak. We are the
ones who
played with Lego building blocks when they were just building blocks
and
gave malibu barbie a crew cut with our plastic safety scissors that
never really cut.
We collected garbage pail kids and cabbage patch kids and my little
ponies and hot wheels and he man action figures and thought she ra
looked just a little bit like I would if I were a woman.
Big Wheels and bicicles with streamers were the way to go. The
last kid
to get rid of his bannana seat always got made fun of. Skateboarding
wasn't a social or a political statement, it was just fun. Sidewalk
chalk and rock and roll were all you needed to build a city. Imagination
was the key.
Your old tree house was big enough for you to be Luke Skywalker, and
a
cloth that hung over the kitchen table was a tent in a forest. Couch
cusion fortresses and a backyard were all you really needed to be happy.
With your pink portable tape player debbie gibson sang back up at you
and everyone wanted a skirt like the material girl, or a glove like
Michael Jackson.
Today we are the ones who sing along perfectly to Bruce Springsteen
or
the Bangles and have no idea why. We recite lines from the Ghostbusters
and still look to the Goonies for adventure. We flip through tv stations
and always stop on reruns of nightrider, fame, or "what you talkin'
'bout Willis?"
We laughed along with Family Ties and the Cosby show and Punky Brewster
and even simple catch phrases like "where's the beef?"
We hold strong affections for the Muppets and the gummy bears and why
did they take the smurfs off the air? After school specials were only
about cigarretes and step families. Mister Rogers was nothing like
Barney, and aren't the Power Rangers just Voltron reincarnated? We
never
thought it was funny that Bert and Ernie lived together.
We are the ones who still remeber reading Nancy Drew or the Hardy Boys,
the bobbsey twins, Beverly Cleary and Judy Blume, Richard Sacry and
the
Electric Company. Friendship bracelets were ties you couldn't
break,
and friendship pins went on shoes- prefereably black reebok hightops
with velcro laces- and pegged jeans were in, as were unit belts and
layered socks and and jean jackets and jams and charm necklaces and
side
pony tails and just tails. Everyone was a member of the member's only
jacket club. Rave was a girl's best friend and braces with colored
rubberbands made you cool.
The backdoor was always open and mom served cool aid to the neighborhood
kids. We never drank new Coke. There was always a neighborhood game
of
nerf football going on in the street and you got to be on the first
team
that called you. Entertainment was cheap and lasted for hours.
All you
needed to be a king, was a hill and a fierce determination; the sit
n'
spin always made you dizzy but never made you stop; pogoballs were
dangerous weapons and the chinese jumprope always managed to trip
someone. In your underoos you were wonder woman, or spider man,
or
R2-D2.
We are children of the eighties.
We remeber when Jordasche Jeans were cool. And all of your friends
promised to get together at the end of the century and play "1999"
by
Prince over and over and over again.
We remeber our first kiss came at a dance during "Crazy for You" by
In the Eighties, nothing was wrong. Did you know the President was shot?
Star Wars was not only a movie.
Did you ever play in a bomb shelter? Did you see the challenger explode
We forgot Vietnam and watched Tianaman's square on CNN and bought pieces
If I could relive just one of those days I know just what I'd do.
I'd order that pizza!
If this sounds familiar, you are one of us... pass it on to all the
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Madonna. We sat up late on friday nights making crank calls and dialing
class, so we could be just like spicoli in Fast Time at Ridgemont High.
Somehow we never found the guts.
or feed the homeless man?
of the Berlin Wall at the store. AIDS was not the number one
killer in
the United States.
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