Cheesy reminiscing is, in my opinion, regrettably underrated. So here's the first of that old school series you were warned about.
First stop, upper elementary school (5th-6th grade), which for me was 1986-88. These years meant soccer and sleepovers and student council, sitting on Emi's back wall dissecting horoscopes/fashion articles from seventeen and YM, swooning over Can't Buy Me Love and Dirty Dancing. (Quote with me now: "He went from totally geek to totally chic." And: "Nobody puts Baby in a corner.")
It meant migraine-inducing videos such as this on VH-1, which, for the record, I was not allowed to watch.
It meant penning inane letters (to girlfriends and boys and anyone who might possibly write back) on lined paper and folding them up like so. It marked the proud owning of my first cassette tape, the self-titled Tiffany (sixth grade, an illegal copy made by my pal Alex Hall).
It meant feathered bangs, acid washed denim, white Keds (sans socks--ew), and pegged jeans. It also meant my first dance and my first-ever boyfriend (Steven Nichols), both near the end of sixth grade. (I wonder if he ever googles his name. Hi Steve!)
And now on to the tunes (check out the playlist in the column to your right). For those of you interested in crashing my flashback party, please come clad in your best sparkle jellies.
(PS Does anyone else find it mildly depressing that these songs have since been anesthetized into elevator music? Oy vey.)
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