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Old Barbies New Lease Of Life United States

Funny you talking about grandchildren and old toys, my niece who is 9 came to visit and spent the whole time playing with my old barbies from my childhood , including taking some out of the boxes that were never opened but i did not have the heart to tell her I wanted to keep them like new in the boxes. she has her own barbies but my old ones were prefered.



Memory Posted By: kay




Back To The 80s United States

The music, the hairdos, there is so much to remember. I was 19 in 80' so I got to experience that whole decade in my "fun" years, even though I was in the Navy. I just sit back and think how sad it is that there will never be another decade like that. I would actually dance then. Can't dance to this crap they have now. When I die, reincarnate me back to the 80s!



Memory Posted By: Ronnie


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ferdzz said...

ride on, dude... 80's the best decade ever!!!





Memories Happy and Sad and Missed Friends United States

The first LOVE of my life. UNCW ,Columbia, New Hampshire, Mansfield ctr. with Jane G , The times and friends where etched in mind that things would always move forward in a special way and memories that would last for a life time!..... My memories are happy ,My memories are sad .I love to take my pictures out and see the things we had.My songs are not like my life now and its always true, Me and my friends were dreamers..All we do My friends, Myfriends, never got together again. But I love my Friends My Friends!



Memory Posted By: Dewey




Pittsburg to Syracuse Looking For Work and Romance United States

In 1984, I had to move 400 miles from my hometown to Syracuse, NY. There were no jobs to be had in Pittsburgh. On November 2nd 1985, I asked a female co-worker on a date. Unbeknown to me, she had been in one bad releationship after another for 10 years and at 32, with 2 children, she decided to just be single the rest of her life. But despite that, she said yes. We went to see "Back to the Future", then to Perkins for coffee. We had absolutely nothing to talk about. It was just a gosh-awful date. Driving her back home, impatiently waiting for the light to change so I could get the night over with, I blurted out, "Would you like to go out again?" In my head I was screaming WHY DID YOU SAY THAT!. But again, she said yes. Long story longer, We have been married over 19 years. Our boys are now in their 30s, and we have 6 grandchildren



Memory Posted By: Mark




Big Sister Coolest Person Alive in the 80s United States

I was born in 1977 and my sister Kelley was 10 years older than me. When I was about 7 years and my sister was 17 I though she was the coolest person alive!!! She worked in the shoe department of JC Penny and would often spend her earnings on me (what a great sister). She bought me my first pair of Reebok sneakers and a pair of purple corduroy slacks with a Burgundy piping down the leg(very stylish) that matched a pair of pants she had. She would take me to high school sporting events, I seem to remember a game of basketball played on the backs of donkeys, toilet papered housed that didn't result in an arrest and spending hours at the record store(My first record ever was Alvin and the Chipmunks ) :) I loved being her little sister in the 80's.



Memory Posted By: Child of the 80's




thinking back to the 80s U.S.A.

When I think back to the 80s, I think how much more splintered our society has become since then. Culturally, people talk alot about the 80s being the "greed" decade, but I think that is to ignore the enduring music that came from the time period. Prince, Madonna, Duran Duran, and The Police were everywhere. Music became as much about an act's look as their sound thanks to the dawn of the music video era. In my mind, the music is perhaps the ONLY good thing that came from the 1980s. It was a painful time to be a teenager, because everywhere you looked or listened were reminders of where you were on the socio-economic ladder. It was a social feeding frenzy unlike any other, and consequences for the have-nots were dire. What you didn't lose in money, you stood to lose in your own soul. "Heathers" might as well have been a documentary.

This was arguably the last decade that television bonded us all together. Before the Internet age, most people had a working knowledge of the same television shows and could have conversations about them, across age and geographic lines. Now, it seems as though every other conversation relates to who is or is not a pedophile or how much people hate Bush. A lot of cultural references are lost on those of us who have spent most of the last decade on a computer rather than channel-surfing.

80s music happened, in my opinion, from a combination of emerging technologies and artists with real talent that got sidetracked by the beat of the disco era who finally found their legs. As with styles before it, it took a British invasion to spur it on. I credit The Police and Sniff 'n' The Tears with taking the reins and sounding disco's death knell. There's strong argument for Blondie as well. Can't forget the emergence of 80s heavy metal bands, either.

My image of 80s music is as follows: I'm 17 years old, sitting home alone on a Saturday night in December with the radio on. I have a massive crush on a girl at school who doesn't seem to know I exist, and one of the things I know about her is that she likes Journey. "Send Her My Love" comes on the radio, and I imagine making love to her while listening to it. Reality sets in, and I realize how nothing will ever come of it. The Motels' "Only the Lonely" comes on the radio, and reminds me that I'm not the only one in the world who feels the way I do.



Memory Posted By: Anonymous




Hoping For World Peace India

Hello, while i was searching for interesting site, suddenly i met this site.I am very glad to reveal my memories.

This day(8-jan-1989) is my first day on the earth. In my view this is a unlucky day.Because, on this day one Britain plane crashed and many people were died.

Any way past is past. Now we are in new mellinium and living happily but one event is frightening us that is world peace all nations should be one and think we are on this earth ,how can we be without strikes, wars between the nations, terrorism.

As we live on the earth we need peace.So, we should use our knowledge and science for best human faith in future. We should together contribute ourselves for the peace.

Man may think that he can do everything but he should know that he came accordingly by GOD and we are not moral. So, everyone should remember this matter and their jobs with god's grace.



Memory Posted By: HARI KARTHIK RAJA




Looking Back On The Challenger Crash USA

It was 1986, and I was sitting in my sixth grade classroom. Our teacher had pulled out the television and VCR stand and showed us the breaking news of the crash of the Space Shuttle Challenger.

One of the persons aboard that ship was a teacher at Concord High School named Christa McAuliffe (full name Sharon Christa Corrigan McAuliffe. She would have been the first teacher to arrive in space.

I did not live at the school where this teacher taught. However, was a child in America who loved my country (and still do) with a large amount childhood naivety.

In fact, I still feel the way I did about America as I did when I was a child, despite its imperfections. This is my home.

Anything that happened in America while I was a child also happened to me. I am not sure why I felt that way. Perhaps it was because at the time I had a great teacher (Mrs. Miller) who made us aware of what was happening in the world at that time.

It could have been another reason as well. Perhaps when Mrs. Miller spoke of Mrs. McAuliffe’s death I subconsciously thought…what if it would have been Mrs. Miller (my teacher)?

How the Challenger Crash Affected Me

I remember thinking about how brave that Kristen McAuliffe was. She was the first teacher to ever fly to space. If I would have had the opportunity I would have wanted to fly to space too.

Looking back now, I wished that she would have been alive to come back and tell her students about it. I wish that even though she was not my teacher, because I imagine she was most likely as good as most of my teachers were growing up.

Her students would have been so proud. They would have been in awe hearing about the entire experience. Unfortunately, no one will really ever know what her experience was specifically.

They will never know what the experience was of the seven others who had stepped aboard the Challenger before its first attempt at takeoff, either. We could all only imagine what they would have came back and reported to the classroom.



Memory Posted By: Julie




I was a Reagan Child-at Least Figuratively USA

I was an '80s child, and pretty young, but not too young to remember President Reagan. I was in grade school during both terms of his presidency. In fact, I was a few months into my second year in school (first grade) when Reagan was elected for his first term.

I suppose I was a little too young to be making political decisions of my own during his first term of presidency-and perhaps during the second. However, I will admit that I really enjoyed embracing my parent’s view of the man, which was a very positive one.

I had acquired a little more knowledge of Reagan by his second term in office. For instance, by this time I had known that he used to be a movie actor. Also, he was suffering from Alzheimer’s at one point, just like my Grandma who is now being taken care of in a nursing home.

I also remember seeing in the news that Reagan was shot, and that at one time he was being charged for contraband smuggling. Despite anything he may or may not have done wrong, or that he doesn’t remember doing wrong…I will always remember him as a decent, honorable, and respectable man.

Reagan-Mondale Playground Wars In Fifth Grade

The highlight of the 1980s decade for me was in fifth grade, which was my favorite year in school. That was in the year when Reagan was running for a second term against the Democrat candidate Walter Mondale.

As mentioned earlier, I did gain more knowledge of President Reagan by the second time he ran for president. However, I must admit that my decision to vote for Reagan over Mondale in a classroom poll was almost either one hundred percent intuitive-or arbitrary. If he was good enough for my mom and dad he was good enough for me.

Not only that, but it was fun to root for Reagan on the school playground. I remember it all too clearly. We divided up on the playground into two opposing sides.

One group of kids would yell, “Reagan!”

The other group of kids would yell, “Mondale!”

“Reagan...Mondale...Reagan...Mondale...Reagan...Mondale!”

We ranted and raved our innocently-shaped and premature political viewpoints for several minutes. Perhaps for some of us that was the most we ever new about politics, I would sadly and embarrassingly admit.

Please tell me I am NOT the only fifth grade classroom who has participated in such a fun, innocent political rally. I would be interested to other people’s Reagan-Mondale election stories from grade school if they wish to share.



Memory Posted By: Julie Blodgett




The 80's was it only 20 years ago U.S.A.

While reading through the pages on the 80's I was thinking it can't be only 20 years ago that I bought records as singles or LP's and "ET" and "Return of the Jedi" were considered to be latest state of the art movies, When we listened to "Blondie" and "The Cars" and if "THE POLICE" were playing on the radio and we all knew it was the group . if you had a commodore 64 you were running the latest games and loading them through a cassette player, and everyone was arguing over which was best VHS or Betamax. Fax machines took 2 guys to lift and get it working and if you saw somebody with a mobile phone ( which weighed a ton ) they were more than likely very rich and important. I can still rememeber the first PC going into our office to be shared by all of us with a big floppy disk to get it going and a green screen with the very helpfull > as your prompt

Is it only 20 years just seems like yesterday



Memory Posted By: Carl




Growing up in the 80s U.S.A.

I was 10 in 1982 so I grew up from a girl to a woman in the 80's , I got my first radio , would go roller skating evry friday night with music from Madonna, Tina Turner Boy George, Billy Idol, Tears for Fears..and the Eurythmics and Pretty in Pink. We all used to pile in the back of a pick up truck and go to drive in movies to watch Ghostbusters, A Fish Called Wanda or a Disney Movie, and some of friends even had MTV ( that was when it was good ), the boys all loved the music from Talking Heads, The Police and Men Without Hats. And even the TV was better with programmes like Cosby Show Dukes Of Hazzard and Miami Vice and we had a Betamax video recorder to record TV ( and it was easier to use than those today And I can always remember getting my first Boom Box it was lavender , I loved the big earings my puffball skirt and the clothes !! what a great time to be a teenager



Memory Posted By: Carli




Charles and Diana Marriage UK

My family and I a total of 12 travelled from Brighton to London the day before and took our sleeping bags and staked our place on the Mall. The atmosphere was amazing.

Apart from the wedding procession on the day, perhaps the best memory was thousands of very happy people having a big party the night before with not one bit of trouble any where and all dancing in the centre of the Mall at about 3am - all complete strangers but all in very party mood . The next day after waiting so long we did catch a glimpse of Dianna as she travelled down the mall



Memory Posted By: Ann




Missing the 1980's United States

oh yes the 80's. I miss them. I had just been divorced and never been dancing with the girls night out. I loved the cowboys and I believe Urban cowboy came out in 1980. I had to go dancing e3very sat. night. It was as dificult as it is now. The ladies that go dacing have to be so careful about everyhing walking to their cars, drinks maybe somebody might put something in them. The 80's were afun time for me. Apt's were cheap in Austin tx. not anymore.



Memory Posted By: anna




Hulk Hogan and World War III United States

I was in 6th grade in 1986. I was the main writer for our a class newspaper and I clearly remember writing about two main issues on 6th graders' minds that year: Hulk Hogan and WWF; and World War III. I am still amazed that children were so aware of the threat of nuclear war; this was also the year the space shuttle Challenger exploded. No wonder Gen X is characterized by apathy! Our childhoods were filled with turmoil and instability, and the only comedy relief was in the cynicism of John Hughes' movie teens. Gotta love 'em!



Memory Posted By: Dollpdx




Rod Stewart in Concert U.S.A.

My friends and I went to our first ever concert. Unchaparoned at 14, we saw Rod Stewart in 1980 in San Francisco California, the "hot legs" tour. It is one of my fondest memories. We stood in line for hours to get a spot in the front row neaest the stage.



Memory Posted By: Margo




Growing up in the 80's in Chicago U.S.A.

I grew up outside Chicago, where the suburbs meet the farms. My parents moved from Boston to Illinois the year they adopted me. Interracial and international adoption was pretty unusual in the 1980s in the Midwest, so it sometimes devolved into spectacle and odd questions from strangers. The only other kids at my school who weren't white were other adopted kids. This lasted until the mid 80s. I always had a slight feeling of being an outsider, but when I met people who were culturally Asian, we found we did not have as much in common. I didn't know much about Asian culture or families (although my parents tried). Secretly, I liked to see the confusion on people's faces when they were trying to figure out what I was all about. I never suffered outright discrimination or racism, but nowadays people are more educated and aware about multiracial families and all the different ways to make a family.



Memory Posted By: Jenna




Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles U.S.A.





It’s been a couple of decades or so since the glory days of the 1980s and the lunchbox, mass marketed commercialism of Saturday Morning Cartoons. I remember it as fondly as any child of that almost forgotten era. Thankfully, it’s impossible to stretch more than 20 years away from any given pop culture bookmark without bounding back to it and re-igniting fervor for something that supposedly died off half a generation ago. With that resurgence, I’m forced to remember back to the glory days of my childhood and the power of certain commercially viable franchises over me and my parents’ almighty dollar (hint: they had a lot of power).

The foremost and longest lasting of those was that of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I don’t remember when the Turtles first showed up. I’m sure it was before I was old enough to watch TV, but as early as I can remember, they were there, all four of them, named after artists I wouldn’t care to learn about for at least another 10 years. I watched them fervently, detailing their exploits in the sewers of Manhattan. The kitsch of it all was lost on me; I was aware of no tongue in cheek. The Turtles were genuinely awesome in my book and everything about them was important to me and my childhood, for at least five years.

My earliest memory of such intense idolatry of the Ninja Turtles was when I was six years old and my mother made for me and my brother full sized Ninja Turtles costumes, zipped up in the back, our heads poking out of beneath the ample noses. I could barely walk in that thing, waddling around the block on Halloween begging for candy. To this day, that Halloween sticks out in my memory as the biggest and most productive of any I ever had.

It was apparently the year of the turtle, because parents everywhere were fawning over the hand crafted mastery my mother had managed of cartoon characters their children were in love with. I loved that costume though, and an hour later, I found myself standing on stage at my elementary school with a plastic trophy and the applause of my peers as I took home best costume at the haunted house that year. It wasn’t the start of it, but those costumes sure sparked the eventual explosion of paraphernalia that would cover every single inch of my bedroom by the time I was ten years old. I remember the day after Halloween I started writing my Christmas list, and it could just as easily have been a photocopy of a Ninja turtles comic book, because there was no single thing on that list that did not include some combination of mutant turtles, ninja rats, or vehicles with ninja turtles and a mutant rat. I loved that show and made sure everyone who ever considered buying me gifts knew it. The following year came my birthday, and while the Christmas tree was a cesspool of abnormal amphibians, the rest of the house was still a cheery, red and green salute to all things winter and holiday related. My birthday however was a time for me to demand the most outlandish, ridiculous concoctions I could dream up, because at the age of 7, parents have a habit of indulging those numerous quandaries with relish, almost enjoying them more than the child.

So it was that my seventh birthday turned into an explosion of green, nearly everything we owned covered in something resembling a turtle or the shell of a turtle, or just plain green of a turtle. My birthday cake was a giant turtle, my party favors were all turtles, and I even took to calling everyone who arrived a different character from the turtles show. I woke up at seven in the morning that fine June morning and watched anxiously as every corner of our house was turned into a giant sewer (the good, turtle infested kind) and guests started arriving and marveling at how cool I was.

I cannot remember a single person who showed up that day. I have two pictures, one of my mother and grandmother making the cake and one of me eating it, and every seven year old face in those photos is as foreign to me as the point of that show was then. I received a sketch book for that birthday and immediately filled it with a dozen drawings of ninja turtles and my presents. I received a squirt gun from a neighbor, a really nice one, the kind kids go nuts for especially in late June, but I tossed it aside and started playing with my brand new parachuting action Donatello toy.

It’s not that I wish I could remember my friends better or that I regret spending so much time and energy on a ridiculous children’s cartoon. I just wish I’d spent more time observing the rest of the world. My childhood consists mainly of cartoon shows and movies I watched 43 times. At least I finally get the joke that is the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.



Memory Posted By: Anthony




My First Dirt Bike U.S.A.



My father was a lot of things to me over the years. The ambiguity of that statement can be taken for whatever its worth, good or bad, but I try my hardest to retain a certain reflective approach to the relationship we had over the years, if for nothing else but to make sure I don’t cast him out of my life as it would be entirely too easy to do.

But this isn’t about how bad or non-existent of a father he was, it’s about the few varied things I learned from him and how important they still are to me today, as reminders of certain times in life when I wasn’t quite so cynical and was still willing to try dangerous new things (however reluctantly).

Most young boys thrive on the chance to strap themselves to something fast and dangerous and see what happens. My brother was one of those kids, constantly throwing himself headlong into the dumbest possible situations to see just how far he could go before he broke something. As the elder of the two, I was privy to getting a jump start on all of these dangerous endeavors and sharing my experiences with him.

Unfortunately, I was not so excited to put myself in danger as my brother, nor for that matter my father. For his part, my father was something of a risk taker himself. He’d grown up around heavy machinery, his father an electrician and a well driller, his own finger missing at the knuckle from a mishap in his youth. He is an auto mechanic and has been one for most of his adult life. However, at the time in which I was deemed old enough to risk my body on a regular basis, he was drilling wells himself in a small town about two hours south of Seattle.

He grew up however and won trophies in the sport of dirt bike riding and even though a particularly painful crash that had seen his back crushed and nearly broken in one race, he still rode and built bikes as a hobby and eventually enlisted his sons into the fold.

As the eldest, I was first on deck, and the particular memory I’m channeling places me in the midst of a muddy field, in the middle of July. It had been raining for at least a week and postponing our first ever riding trip. We’d gone with my best friend at the time’s father, someone else my dad had roped into the hobby, and my best friend, a confidant in the art of silence and relaxed geekdom. Standing there, as my father handed me piece after piece of motorcycle protective gear, the pile of pads, cages, and helmet my mother had so fervently contributed to the endeavor, I remember thinking to myself, “how long exactly is this going to take?”

Rather than complain though, I put the gear on, all of it at least two sizes too big, negating a good portion of its purpose. However, with that gear firmly in place, I was able to approach the bike sitting in front of me with some measure of confidence, sure at least that I wouldn’t die in my first outing, if only because if I fell, I would probably roll down the rest of the hill.

Without a single inch of me unprotected, and almost two inches of heel on boots that weighed as much as the bike on which I was trying to sit, I kicked the machine into gear. It didn’t turn at first, and with the negated panic that tends to build in the mind of an eight year old who is about to do something he really doesn’t want to do, I jumped off, finally willing myself to back away and protest the danger of my endeavor.

My father scowled at me and gruffly adjusted the choke, letting more gas into the engine and starting the bike once to test it. The bike itself, a bright yellow, freshly cleaned (again, courtesy of my mother) Yamaha YZ 80 was twice as intimidating with the smoke pouring from its exhaust. I couldn’t help but quiver in fear.

However, for any men reading this, it’s common knowledge that such cowardly display in the presence of three other males who you respect is the quickest way to become a pariah for life, always the one who wouldn’t ride the bike. So, I forced a bit of strength into my weighted ankles and trudged through the mud back to the now running bike, barking and spitting eagerly, waiting for me to hop on and let her go.

Awkwardly I fingered the clutch and toed the gear shift. My father had gone over the mechanics repeatedly the night before and I had committed to memory all the working parts of the machine, in hopes that an extra bit of knowledge might prevent the inevitable fiery death which I foresaw every time I laid eyes upon the cozy little Yamaha.

And so I slipped the clutch, hit the throttle, and shifted into first gear. Lurching free of the mud shackles and taking to the field with revelry. Only after I landed face first in a particularly delicious pit of mud did I realize that the bike had only moved a couple of feet and that the rest of my motion was directly related to my flying over the handle bars.

The rest of the day was spent making fun of my cowardly approach and dimwitted release of the bars as I flew forward. No one mentioned that I eventually got the bike in gear and road the course as well as my friend if not better. No, it was the fall, and for the next three years, every outing we took with that smarmy yellow Yamaha was filled with mentions of my fall. I never really got that good on the bike. I was a little to timid for that kind of attention, but I wasn’t an eight year old in the mud. However, if you were to ask my father about me and dirt bike riding, the first story he’d tell you starts with, “he sure liked the taste of mud”.



Memory Posted By: Anthony




back in the days 80s U.S.A.

Remember back in the days, That Tv Broadcast where you could call up and request a music video, each video had a #, I remeber calling to see thr RUN DMC videos and UTFO,FATBOYS,MICHAEL JACKSON, i think it was called "THE BOX" I have another one, how about that scary tv show...CHILLER...where the hand would come up from the groung, from a grave or something.. lol



Memory Posted By: Dabby Quiles




Back In The 80s U.S.A.

I Was born In Jan of 1984, I know a baby in the mid 80's but I was very much aware of what was on TV and things as far as toys where concerned that is and hot cars on television shows such as Knightrider And Miami Vice. I remember my 1st Hot wheels Car collection as well as a huge G1 Transformers collection. I was little like i said but i can never forget the cool music and great cartoons and shows on TV. Nowadays they don't have the good stuff on or any type of show with a story line too it like knightrider and Miami Vice did. My Lil brother was the best we use to hang around and play with our tonka cars and trucks... those where the carefree days. Now I'm grown and independent and away from the NEW YORK area. Brooklyn and New york back then was fun I feel sad for the next upcoming kids.. this era was totally the best ever.



Memory Posted By: Anon




8 tracks from the 80s U.S.A.

I was just old enough to remember 8-tracks and records. However, I mostly grew up listening to cassette tapes. I only have a few of my tapes right now. I wish I would have kept some of them. I wish I would have kept some of the records I had when I was a child, too. Oh well. I do know that one of my aunts had a fine 8-Track collection that included one from the BeeGees. Oh those were the days-a little before my time but I am still old enough to appreciate them! Julie, J.A.B.'s Freelance World-A Whole New World of Writing



Memory Posted By: J.A.B.'s Freelance World




back in the days 80s U.S.A.

Remember back in the days, That Tv Broadcast where you could call up and request a music video, each video had a #, I remeber calling to see thr RUN DMC videos and UTFO,FATBOYS,MICHAEL JACKSON, i think it was called "THE BOX" I have another one, how about that scary tv show...CHILLER...where the hand would come up from the groung, from a grave or something.. lol



Memory Posted By: Dabby Quiles




First day at high school U.S.A.

I spent the better part of my life moving from school to school, town to town. By the time I reached those first crucial years of High School, I had attended five different schools, and thanks to a program that singled me out of nearly 2000 students as someone of advanced performance needs, I was sent to a sixth school, complete with an entirely new cast of characters for my first year of High School.

High School is one of those experiences that no one wants to enter as the new kid in school. It’s a chance to finally strike out and be different, given the opportunities by more programs, freer schedules and less restrictive parents to live one’s life. But, without any friends, or any idea of where you are, it becomes nearly impossible to accomplish any of these right away. My first year of High School began at Lynwood High School in Lynwood, Washington, a suburb north of Seattle. I registered, compared schedules with my friends and prepared to start the final leg of mandatory education. In the last two weeks of junior high school however, I was invited to attend a different school, Edmonds Woodway High School, the newly rebuilt home of the International Baccalaureates program, an advanced college preparatory program that would put me on track to what I wanted in life, a great college.

I tested, was admitted, and found myself in a cavernous monstrosity of a school, brand new, high tech, and entirely too much for me to digest without a single familiar face to rely on. That first day of school still stands out in my memory as a scion of regret for having abandoned my friends in favor of better education, a decision that would eventually become moot anyways when my mother moved me to Idaho the next year.

It was also the first time in my life I experienced a striking inferiority in comparison to my classmates. For my entire life I’d been a somewhat well respected, studious child, who overachieved and ended up in the top portion of my class. By my second class of High School I was aware that I would fall to the middle or bottom in a program made up only of overachieving, hyper-studious kids with nothing else to do.

I was immediately upset. Spanish 101 was supposed to be introductory. I knew nothing, while at least half of the class had taken prep classes in basic Spanish. The teacher preferred their conversation. English 101 had required summer reading assignments, bound and ready to be turned in on the first day of class. Mine was big. Everyone else’s was bigger. I found that I had to work extra hard to keep up. It was refreshing, but disconcerting.

The eventuality of the day, by the time I got to lunch was a sense of drowning, similar I’m sure to many of our first days of High School. I found it hard to comprehend what I was supposed to be doing with myself, so I instead decided to put the energy into finding friends and enjoying what I’d started instead of working myself into a quiet, hyper-intelligent, jerk like many of my classmates. By the end of that first lunch period, I’d made my way to at least a half dozen students I recognized from classes in the morning and finally found a table of four to accept me as one of their own. That was 1998, the final throws of a gigantic campaign by Mark McGwire and Sammy Sosa to break Roger Maris’ homerun record and my complete absorbance in ESPN highlights and baseball card trivia made it easy to track down the best and brightest of sports related mastery. Luckily, they also happened to be new to the school and depressed by the realization of their own mediocrity in comparison to excellence. It’s strange how that day stands out so strongly as a reminder of what’s important in life. I don’t speak to this friends anymore, nor did I attend that school for more than a year. I actually ended up back at the University of Washington, close to where I met them and ran into one or two in the Quad, having dropped from the program themselves, fed up with the stress. I suppose it comes down to deciding how much you actually want to spend all of your time reading and studying or interacting with the real world.

Although, I should mention that I ended up majoring in the arts, and my friends from high respectively are; in med school, teaching physics in grad school, and studying for a PhD in molecular biology. Maybe I was the only one of use without the urgent desire to study endlessly after all.



Memory Posted By: Anthony



Lazy TV Kid Growing up U.S.A.

True confessions! Who would admit to being a lazy kid growing up? I blame it on the fact that I was born during the pre-Nintendo generation.

I would watch television every single day after school, and sometimes all day long in the summer. First it was Scooby-Doo, then a few other cartoons. Then, I remember I had to sit through one of my least favorite shows (Beverly Hillbillies-no offense to those who liked this show) to finally be able to watch Buck Rogers and a few others that were on.

I did my homework (and got pretty good grades), and I played outside a lot, but I also watched my share of television. Lassie, Battlestar Galactica, Twighlight Zone, Sesame Street, Mr. Rogers, and more. I watched Saturday morning cartoons sometimes too, and watched the local stations till the time when the flag was aired and the singing of the Star-Spangled Banner took place.

I especially watched a lot of television during the summer months, especially when it was hot outside. Oh, by the way, I was not only a lazy child but I also developed some very bad habits as a child as well.

I can remember that my dad used to take us to the store and purchase like $30.00 worth of candy and we’d munch on it. We would eat M&Ms, chocolate stars, Starburst, Twizzlers (the red kind), and a variety of different types of chips.

Later on it was Fruit Rollups, microwave popcorn, and rented movies. You name it we watched it and ate it. My brothers were kind of lazy, too. When we were watching television we weren’t fighting. That was probably the reason why we watched television so much.

In fact, I watched television so much growing up that I had a crush on one of the Chips patrol men, whose real name was Eric Estrada. However, I really wanted to marry Buck Rogers, who was my first love.



Memory Posted By: Linda



80's Hulkamaniac U.S.A.

I’m a huge fan of wrestling. I have been for a little over 20 years now. I began liking wrestling right around the time of Wrestlemania II and I haven’t looked back since. I got into it just before the feud between Hulk Hogan and Andre the Giant began. That was one of the most vivid feuds that I remember in the last 20 years.

I remember watching WWE (formerly the WWF) on Saturday morning after Hulk and Andre began their feud. I can’t really remember what the feud was about, but in wrestling, it doesn’t really matter. I just know that, according to the storyline, they were best friends before their tiff. Anyway, this particular Saturday morning one of the two was doing an interview on one of the corny “talk shows” that they conducted during the wrestling program. During the interview, the other one showed up and they stood face to face and eye to eye. The staredown ended when Andre the Giant grabbed Hulk’s shirt and necklace and ripped them both from his body and then tossed them to the ground. I remember that part like it was yesterday. He must have scratched Hulk in the process because there was a small dripping of blood that ran down his chest. Hulk touched his chest and then saw the blood on his hand from the wound. Andre walked away as Hulk just looked up. A single tear fell from his eye as he watched him walk away.

That image is burned into my head even to this day. I think I even shed a few tears that day, but I was only 11 years old. A few weeks later, they had their big grudge match at Wrestlemania III. Hulk Hogan ended up bodyslamming Andre to the mat, giving all of us Hulkamaniacs a feeling of redemption and retribution for what Andre put us through.



Memory Posted By: Chad A. Hagy



Challenger Disaster in 1986 U.S.A.

The Challenger disaster was something that will always live in my memory. I was in the sixth grade when it happened, but I was home from school the day it happened. It was January 28, 1986, but I still remember many of the details surrounding the event more than twenty years later. My mom and I were watching The Price is Right – one of our favorite shows to watch together. They news broke in to cover the launch live. I saw the countdown and the shuttle taking off, but then something horrific happened. Something fell off of the rocket and then there was an explosion seconds later. At the time, I was too young to really understand all of the implications of the explosion. I remember seeing my mother’s jaw drop as she watched, knowing that there was no hope for the crew inside. I, on the other hand, thought maybe there was a chance the astronauts were still alive somehow, but time would inform me otherwise.

To this day, the Challenger disaster still affects me. I did a term paper about it in the tenth grade and chose the topic simply because it held a lot of intrigue for me. I found out that some of the officials at NASA tried to stop the launch because of some concerns with the equipment and cold weather. Apparently, the frigid weather hardened the O-rings on the rocket boosters which caused the seal to break. To this day, I still don’t really understand all the scientific technicalities of what this means, I just know the ultimate result that the concerns had. The most recent shuttle launch in 2006 had many similar concerns and I watched it on live television with my eyes half covered, hoping that this one would not have the same fate as the Challenger did twenty years earlier.



Memory Posted By: Anonymous



The Doomsday Clock U.S.A.

While reading an article today on The Doomsday Clock Moving to 5 minutes to midnight it reminded me of the year 1984 when it was at 3 minutes to midnight.

I was in my 30's with a young family and every news broadcast talked about how Nuclear War could break out at any times , and how the rich and famous and all the politicians had nuclear shelters to go to if and when it happened . As an ordinary joe it just seemed so unfair that those who were taking us to the brink of war with their sabre rattling would all be OK it would just be the ordinary person who would end up dead, I think that is when I lost faith in politicians of all shapes and color

Looking back maybe I was worrying for nothing but to me at the time it seemed a big deal

For those interested you can see more about the clock at http://www.thebulletin.org



Memory Posted By: Ordinary Joe



Teaching My curse and my Comfort USA

I remember the first day I joined the teaching profession and how enthusiastic I was.

Teaching My curse and my Comfort.

I am a public school teacher who has been teaching for 20 years, the children have changed and attitudes have changed to teachers , but I love the challenge of teaching kids and the satisfaction I gain when they learn but the rude behaviour which has become much worse since I started can hurt .

The administration for teaching has become more and the pettiness of my colleagues seems to be getting worse but when I spend time with a newly qualified teacher and see the enthusiasm they have I realise maybe I am becoming jaded, I still have 8 years to go for retirement but wonder what I will do with all my free time when I do not need to mark and grade papers or working on next weeks lesson plans.

I do not like the way teaching has changed where it used to be fun because it allowed us to be creative and unique on how we taught. Now the most important task we have is to teach so students can pass this test or that test.

I still love my job, and the challenges and the rewards and would advise anybody to still enter the profession but think maybe 20 years is enough before you it stops being rewarding.



Memory Posted By: Name Withheld




Challenger Disaster 1986 U.S.A.

I was twelve and living in Chicago and at school that day. The whole school was watching the launch on TV, we had more children than TV's to watch but we all squeezed into classrooms where there was a TV.

Leading up to the launch the whole class counted down to the launch (10-9-8-7-6-...). and we all sat in awe as we watched it climb and climb. Then the challenger just exploded in front of us and a complete hush came over the room, and as i looked at all my friends all our mouths were open just staring at the TV. We had been studying everything about the space shuttle including all the names of the crew so it was even harder to take in as we knew so much about them and the mission. Even after 20 years I can still remember the pain from it.



Memory Posted By: Jane




Strawberry Shortcake Dolls U.S.A.

I LOVED the Strawberry Shortcake dolls and remember the smell to this day. My daughter brought me one while we were out shopping and it brought back instant memories from the 80's!



Memory Posted By: marissa




Charles and Diana Wedding U.S.A.

I was 14 and remember the day well. I got up very early at about 3:00 AM to watch it on television like millions of other people.

It was just like fairytales or romantic novels with the beautifull princess marrying the handsome prince.

I remember how happy pretty, and radiant Diana looked To me it really looked like the fairytales we read as children, where the beautiful Lady meets her Prince charming and they live happily ever after... Only theirs did not.

Later during the day, everywhere I went, People were talking about it and it was clear that I wasn't the only person who had been up so early!



Memory Posted By: Carol




1981 Charles and Diana UK

29th July 1981. How could I forget this special day? It was a thursday, a public holiday, we all got a day off from work.

Why? because of the Royal wedding, of Prince Charles and Lady Diana. It was also a special day for me too, It was my 21st birthday. I couldn't believe that they had chosen my birthday to get married on, it made my day unforgetable.



Memory Posted By: kpcrispie




Hurricane Alicia 1983 U.S.A.

I lived in Houston Texas when Hurricane Alicia came through, The damage was widespread to my business and many others in downtown including many of its magnificent glass towers. It took days for workers to finish boarding up thousands of shattered windows, after two weeks we were still without power as were another 100,000 customers. It devastated my business and took me close to 2 years to sort out insurance and get sorted.



Memory Posted By: Hank




Great Music Memories and everything else U.S.A.

I was 14 and the music was great and I still listen to many of them to this day

Lionel Richie

Van Halen

Tina Turner strutted her stuff with "What's Love Got To Do With It"

Cyndi Lauper "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun"

Bruce Springsteen's Born In The USA.

Yes

Prince

Madonna inspired fluorescent clothes, belts, socks, and jelly bracelets.

Duran Duran

What a great year for music and being 14 and in love



Memory Posted By: Sharn
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Our Changing World and Childhood in the 80's U.S.A.

I was at work and we were talking about the idea of global warming and how some people believe that it doesn't exist.

Then we look at the past years and compare how our winters were. Then from there, it leads into a memory of when I was a child, living at home with my parents and two sisters.

The vivid memories of the winters that we would have. Feet of snow, feet of it.

It was unreal the amount of it that we would get. The tunnels we would dig. the "face washes" that were given or the forts that we would build. Then there were the rides that our dad would take us on with the snowmobile--pulling us in the wagon behind it.

Not exactly something that we could even dream of doing now days, but oh it was fun. LOL! The enjoyment that we would get because we would not have to go to school cause of the massive quantity of snow that had fallen the night before as adults we don't get that luxury anymore.

Suggestion for kids......treasure those times, cause they are here and then gone in no time. Parents.....allow your kids to be kids as for those are the times that you can never return to except in times and avenues like this.



Memory Posted By: Jeremy


The 1980's saw major changes around the world's political landscape including the rise of conservatism and the collapse of the traditional communism and an ending to the Cold War. This was also some one of the worst decades for starvation caused by famine in the third world with many crisis in countries like Ethiopia .

We also saw the mix of Politics and Sport with boycotts by both sides during the 1980 and 1984 Olympic games, and the growth of use of terrorism as a means of gaining the worlds attention by terrorists including the bombing of Panam Flight 103.

This decade also saw the creation of some of the most recognised world wide companies in IT / Computing including Microsoft and Apple as the birth and growth in the world of personal computers which today dominate the world of technology. Like all things when there are winners there are losers and companies who dominated earlier decades with the use of large mainframe computers were those who suffered most.


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