Neighbor-lady would wave her dirty little garden shovel over the fence and screech that she was, “going to pray because we were going to HELL!” Ten-year-old me found that HILARIOUS. I was a jerk. More importantly, I am pretty sure that woman wasn’t praying to save my soul.
Tag Archives: #80s
Why We Need a New John Hughes
Pretty In Pink, The Breakfast Club, Sixteen Candles, Ferris Bueller… these movies are iconic. But they are so much more to an 80s kid. The characters in these movies were our influencers. It was acceptable to be the underdog. It was OK to be nerdy, weird, or come from a working class family. I was the epitome of social awkwardness, so as a kid these movies gave me a little hope. My brother as well, but more in a Weird Science kind of way. He kept feeding magazine clippings to our VCR, and there might have been an unmentionable lunch box full of Barbie parts stashed under his bed.
Scraped Knees and Near Death Experiences
Anyone who grew up during the 70s-80s had a full-on childhood. There were no adults helicoptering our every move. We were hardcore survivalists. I imagine our guardian angels to be all hard and jaded. The poor newbie guardian angel does not get praised after guiding a 10 year- old down a softened plastic slide, and straight back to his mother who is waiting a few feet away. The newbie angel is met with:
General Musings of a Gen Xer 