PSA Throwback | 5 Childhood Memories*

Adulting is hard. Why didn’t anyone tell me? I long for the days when I was a plaid-skirted band geek whose only worry in the world was whether or not I’d practiced my cheerleading routine enough for the next pep rally. When I could curl up and watch Disney’s One Saturday morning in my PJs for 5 hours. When I could climb a tree and read my Babysitter’s Little Sister books after school. When birthday parties involved Discovery Zone and ice cream cake. When “working out” was parachute day in gym or a wrist-breaking round of Red Rover. There are a lot of things I miss about being a kid and a lot of those things and places are still dear to my heart today—these five especially:

1. Boy Meets World

8b804f6cd77302df911eaf952a1e67a3This had to be my number 1. There was simply no other option. For those of you who don’t know: First, how dare you. Second, Boy Meets World was the sitcom darling of a generation who grew up learning everything about life from one Mr. George Feeny. It was the best part of ABC’s TGIF line-up in the late ‘90s and the show I most looked forward to. It was chock-full of important lessons without patronizing kids. It was wholesome without being corny or unrealistic. And most of all, it was flat-out hilarious. I still remember clapping and cheering as the invitation to Cory and Topanga’s wedding scrolled by at the end of season 7’s episode 6 “They’re Killing Us,” which aired Oct. 29, 1999—I was 11. When the show went off the air in 2000, it developed a cult following of fans who could recite nearly every line of dialogue and laughed in all the right spots as though it were still the first time they were hearing the lines—myself included. I own the series. I can watch any episode and not be bored or the slightest bit less amused even if it’s the 1000th time I’ve watched it, which would be quite possible. I wrote a term paper on the show for my college Television Criticism class. No matter what kind of mood I’m in, it makes my day better. And always, without fail, the final scene of the series finale guts me like no other TV show ever has. The uncontrollable tears start as soon as Mr. Feeny tells them to “Believe in yourselves. Dream. Try. Do good.”


2. Jenkinson’s Aquarium 

AD 6 POINTB11 MURRAYbildeWhen you grow up on the shore, any shore, the beach is your playground. While some kids have sandboxes, you have miles of the real deal. Some kids have pools, you have the Atlantic. I never lived further than 20 minutes from the ocean for the first 14 years of my life, until my parents decided to leave New Jersey for PA. When you spend your youth staring out at a horizon that never seems to get any closer no matter how many hours you spend on a boat and your hair is knotted from the wind and your skin is crusted in salt, you develop a deep and undying love. And aquariums are the perfect classroom for you to learn more about that thing you love so much. Jenkinson’s was my classroom. I spent innumerable happy days at the Point Pleasant Boardwalk as a kid. It remains one of my favorite places to this day. It’s timeless. It still has the same smells, the same rides, the same charm as it did the first time I stepped foot onto the uneven planks. I smile just thinking about it. The only pink building on the strip, Jenkinson’s was, and still is, a treasure trove for kids. Surrounding the central pirate ship are tanks full of colorful coral, glimmering fish, turtles, rays, sharks, and the same three seals that were there 15+ years ago: Coral, Seaquin, and Luseal. Upstairs is the Touch Tank and the birthday party room. Over the past few years, I’ve grown pretty strongly opposed to keeping marine wildlife (or really, any wildlife) in captivity—even still, when I’m in the area, I can’t quite help myself. I gladly fork over $10, get a wristband, and take a quick tour through my childhood playground.

Aquarium Open for Business

 3. Microsoft Creative Writer 2

Creative WriterI spent countless hours using this word processing program for kids. From the time I was 10 and decided I wanted to start writing a book, I was glued to the keyboard and this was my tool. Just looking at the home display brings back a flood of memories of artistic borders and clipart.

chuck-e-cheese-fort-collins-1

4. Chuck E. Cheese

“Where a kid can be a kid!” Every half day from school was spent crawling through the plastic tubes, scarfing down pizza, and playing SkeeBall and air hockey (in that order) with my childhood best friend until our mothers dragged us home. I even had my 7th birthday party there. You don’t see these much anymore, but the one on Route 35 in Middletown, NJ is still goin’ strong and it’s one heck of a memory factory for me.

5. My playhouse

Me

My dad built it for me when I was in first grade. (Pictured above in a photo that just screams childhood: Disney’s Pocahontas T-shirt, Polly Pocket, and Babysitter’s Little Sister book in hand.) It became my sanctuary before it was even finished. I chose the colors for the outside and helped paint it, it was carpeted, had wood paneled walls, windows that opened, and it locked from the inside. I decked it out with a plastic Fisher Price kitchen set and a big pink and white striped beanbag chair with my name embroidered on it. What more could a seven-year-old want? My best friend and I would cut through my neighbor’s lawn on the way back from the bus stop and hole up in there until her mother came and banged down the door to take her home. More often than not, I would bring a stack of books on a Saturday afternoon and not move until it was time for dinner. I wanted to live out there. When we left NJ, we gave it to my aunt and uncle to use as a shed. I peek in from time to time when I visit. I’ve told my cousin they’re not allowed to get rid of it—I may want it back someday!

Honorable Mentions: Spyro the Dragon. Classic animation Disney movies. Oregon Trail. Polly Pocket (you know, back when she actually fit in your pocket). Fruit Stripe gum. Passing notes—“Back in my day, we didn’t have texting!” MASH. Candy Land. Swings. Just kidding, I still use swings.

*Yet another stolen post from my job. Ssshh!

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s