The eighties were the sunshine of my life.
The music, the movies, the hair. I wanted to live in Sweet Valley, I was Jessica Wakefield.
In my 8 year old mind anyway.
You see, of late I am having some serious nostalgia for the good old days. Which basically means I’m old. Because when you start wishing for the simpler days of yore, you know you’re over the hill. It’s not that I anti now, not at all. I love now. I just kinda miss when music was upbeat, sitcoms were rife and movies made you feel like you could conquer the world, The Breakfast Club anyone? I was in love with the idea of America and everything in it. (Yes, idea. Because sadly when we moved there I did not find Sweet Valley, just another part of the world, much the same as here.) I wanted to be cool like my big sisters. I wanted to go to discos and wear bubble skirts. I wanted a locker and a folder to carry on my hip and plaster with stickers. Trading stationery was on trend, and Glo Worms were a powerful commodity.
It was an exciting time to be alive people, even more so if you had a penchant for fluro, which I did.
If you were at all theatrically inclined (I was), it was the perfect moment in history for you. My next door neighbour and I reenacted the entire Thriller film clip for my Dad one weekend, complete with a sleeveless white jumper, with Thriller splashed across the front in electric blue writing. (I was lucky enough to see MJ twice in concert.) Another time I acted out a scene from Purple Rain by wrapping my sister’s black Lycra leggings around my head bandeau, Prince style. Sleepovers were made all the more terrifying with the introduction of Freddy Krueger and Michael Myers. Well at least until someone had an asthma attack from the excitement. (yeah alright, it was me.) We didn’t have cyber bullying but we did have prank calls. Usually on a phone so heavy you could have bashed someone’s head in with it.
Maybe it’s just childhood that I want to reminisce about. Perhaps being a mother has made me remember those long ago days of endless Summer holidays and visits to Granny Mae’s. Having a child is kinda like reliving it all over again. It’s like waking up and seeing the world a bit clearer, the way they do. Cause to them, everything is new and exciting and they are in love with their world and everything in it.
As the great Ferris Bueller once said…
Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once
in a while, you could miss it.