It’s Story time boys and girls!
Music was a big part of my life growing up (and still is!) Like many 90’s babies I’m sure, the musical upbringing was eclectic, songs could go from Kenny G. to Tupac or TLC to Duran Duran; in the words of Halsey we were “raised on Biggie and Nirvana.” But, no artist was played in my house more than Janet Jackson, one my mom’s absolute faves. Every Saturday my mom would put on this Janet Jackson VHS, which was a compilation of all of her music videos up until then. We would do chores, sing, dance and mom would tell us about her teen years in the 80’s, which I suspect was just to distract us from cleaning (my brother wasn’t buying it). She knew all the words and every dance step. I have to say that it did make the time go by faster and the chores easier.
Either way, our Saturday morning tradition went on and on and on until one day the VCR just said NOPE! I’m tired of this crap! Spewed all of the tape straight out of our precious Janet tape! And that my friends, was the end of an era. We were forced to move on to the cassette tape… until the radio destroyed that too of course. Of course my Mom always found a way to blast music in our house, even if it was only the radio. Oh well, I guess I’ll always have the memories.
Gather around kids, it’s story time again!
This is a particularly sad (and slightly infuriating) story for me, about the toy that got away. As a kid I was pretty much a tomboy, it didn’t matter how pretty or what color the dress or how cute the hairstyle by the end of the day the tomboy inside invaded me like an alien and I was a total mess from head to toe. Toys didn’t interest me too much and I hated dolls (unless I was defacing them) but one day I saw a commercial for something I just couldn’t UN-see! The Slinky. I almost never asked for things from commercials, but as useless and as silly as that thing was I NEEDED THAT TOY! I begged my parents for months, to no avail. One day, we took a family trip to a not-so-local theme park where my dad surprised me with none other than A SLINKY! A glorious metal, full sized slinky and I slinked all day! The love didn’t last long unfortunately; we were torn apart as if Shakespeare himself was writing the tragedy.
I’d just been kicked off the go karts for driving too slow on the track. Harsh treatment for a seven-year-old, SHEESH! I was just trying not to hit anyone or anything (but that’s another story). I had to stand outside the fence with my mom, who was holding my precious slinky, as we waited for my dad and brother to finish up. Suddenly, I decided that it would be a great idea to slink said slinky across the fence to cheer myself up! I carefully played with my new toy until SLINK! It fell to the other side of the fence almost three feet away! A middle aged woman saw me drop it but quickly turned her head. I tried to get my mom’s attention but it was way too loud for her to hear me. I even tried to reach my arm under the fence and grab it; nothing. Finally, the woman from before looked my way again and started walking towards me, I stood up thinking she was going to retrieve my beloved slinky and hand it back to me. Instead, she picked up my toy, looked me dead in my eyes and walked away, and gave it to her own son! Oh the bleeping horror! My faith in humanity has never been quite the same since. But I will always have the memory.