Introduction...
I am a child of the 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 created by some over-40 writer trying to figure out why people wear flannel in the summer. I am a child of the 80's. I had a big wheel.
When I got home from school, I played Atari 2600. I spent hours-playing Frogger. I beat Asteroids. Then I watched "Scooby Doo." Daphne was a Goddess, and I thought Shaggy was smoking something in the back of the Mystery Machine. I hated Scrappy. All my Hotwheels could fly if I opened their doors.
I would sleep over at my friend TJ's house on the weekends. We played army with GI Joe figures, and I set up galactic wars between Autobots and Decepticons. We stayed up half the night throwing marshmallows and Velveeta at one another. We never beat Rubik's cube, unless you count taking off the stickers. Got up on Saturday mornings at 6 a.m. to watch bad Hanna-Barbera cartoons like "Jabberjaw," "Captain Caveman," and "Ghostbusters." Between I would watch "School House Rock." ("Conjunction junction, what's your function?!")
On Friday night, Daisey Duke was my future wife. I was going to own the General Lee and shoot dynamite arrows out the back. Why did they weld the doors shut? "Land of the Lost", "Dr. Demento," "The Lost Boys," "Rick Springfield", Halloween candy separation. Did your dad turn from mild-mannered Bill Bixby into "The Incredible Hulk" when he got upset? At the movies the Nerds got revenge on Alpha Betas by teaming up with the Omega Mu's. I watched Indiana Jones save the Ark of the Coveant. I know the words to "The Greatest American Hero". I wondered what Yoda meant when he said "No, there is another." I had a big comb in my back pocket. Ronald Reagan was cool. Gorbachev was the guy who built a McDonalds in Moscow. My family took summer vacations to Chicago and collected "Muppet Movie" glasses along the way. (We had the whole set.) My best friend and I fought in the back seat. We used to put cereal boxes between us so we wouldn't see each other & fight at breakfast. 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 dreams, all those people I thought I'd never forget...I acted out that video for "Wild Boys" by Duran Duran. MTV played music videos. Nickelodeon? Played "You Can't Do That On Television" and "Dangermouse". Does anyone remember the "Banana Slits"? HBO showed Mike Tyson pummel everybody, except Robin Givens, the bad actress from "Head of the Class," who took all Mike's cash flow. 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, and bacon had to "Move over for something leaner." Oatmeal pies? My Mom put a thousand Little Debbie snack cakes in my "Starskey & Hutch" lunchbox and our world was the backyard and it was all I needed. With my Radio Shack portable tape player, Debbie Gibson was hot and the girl that wore panties on the outside was the Material Girl. One glove Michael Jackson wasn't what he was cracked up to be but somehow he sold albums. Did I ever sing along with Bruce Springsteen and The Bangles? Yes. We would recite lines from Ghostbusters, Stripes, Blazing Saddles & The Breakfast Club, and look at the Goonies as a great adventure. I still flip through TV stations and stop at the A-Team, Knight Rider & Fame--I laugh. Briefly we had a Cosby show that was good. I watched Alf. Robin Williams is still a dork in suspenders to me.
Imagination was all we needed to be anyone. We had neighborhood where in the day we could play kick-the-can, and "guns" and all of the things that made us grow up. There was always that one field that could be used for either baseball, football, home-run-derby, or just a place to hang out. That was my field of dreams, Costner. At night we would play flashlight tag just like we could trick-or-treat at night without the fear of being raped or killed. Sticks became "Lasers". If we didn't have the Jessie James cap guns we could just get a rock and smash the caps on the ground! I loved the orange racetracks...that was until my mom realized she could smack me with them.
Now I realized there is real power. An out of control Government & huge corporation. Taxes. Work. I used to believe I'd find a life & give to my kids a life like my parents gave to me. I don't believe that anymore. I want that innocence back but it's lost like that Star Wars action figure I lost in the sand box that's now worth a 1000 bucks. The year is 2001--Big Deal! And by the way He-man kicks Pokemon's Butt Anyday!!!
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