Every so often I feel really old. In actuality, I suppose I’m not, but sometimes the people I am around make me feel that way. The kids, I call them. (Hello, Yoda.) They aren’t my kids, as in I did not give birth or parent them, but they are this mass of a few thousand young adults that migrates into town every few months. They take a few classes, drink a few beers, and graduate. A new flock of them is expected next month.
To counter the arrival of the kids that would have been born around 1990 (ack!), I thought I’d celebrate the good ol’ days with the rest of you. Let us commence “Back in My Day, the 2008 Edition.”
I had a record player as a kid. It was in this suitcase kind of thing. The top was red and white and the bottom was just red. The turntable part was white, so was the arm. It played 33, 45, and 72, too, I think. I read books that came with records. My favorite was one about the Flintstones. The record would chime when it was time to turn the page. I’m going to have to get that from Mom and Dad’s house, too, along with Grease as a vinyl.
from www.untoldentertainment.com
I played with an Atari 2600. We didn’t have many games. We had the standard Combat game with the little tanks. I always thought it was funny when a tank spun out after it was hit a certain way. We also had an Activision game called Freeway where you had to get this yellow chicken across a highway. If you didn’t, the chicken icon would change for a moment and look like it was squished. Then it was sent back down a lane or two down the highway. Again, I must investigate the Atari’s existence at the parental unit’s abode.
Nike Pom Pom Socks
Remember those short, short socks with the pom-pom at the heel? I had those, too. Pink and navy blue. Those were ridiculous. Why have a pom-pom back there? It looks like everything old is new again. Check it out. Nike is bringing them back. I know I said they were ridiculous, but I might have to buy some anyway. I will look stylin’ on the golf course with these babies.
Paper! Remember the days when we actually wrote letters to one another, using paper… and a pen… and an envelope… and a stamp? When I was in school, I remember keeping in touch with my friends from high school with letters. In fact, I still have the letters somewhere in a box. At the time, few people had email, so letter-writing was the thing to do. I even had a notebook that had my “drafts” of the letters I would write. I think I did this so that I could remember whatever conversation my friends and I were having. I was sooo ahead of my time. This is like the SENT folder for your inbox now.
Oooh. I also had a pen pal. Her name was Ruthy and she lived in France. She had the coolest hand writing. The next time I’m at my parents’ house, I’m going to have to collect her letters.
