"I was a part of the generation who flipped ‘the lucky’ every new pack,
loved How Sweet It Is and the old crowd that I experienced it with,
remember the year Burn came out
and also the year it made me dramatically cry
(as if it was the end of life as I knew it).
When having calling your ‘boyfriend’ or ‘girlfriend’
meant calling The House Phone and “Hi Mrs. ____, is ____ there?”
(except it’s probably spoken as one entire rushed word)
I was a part of the generation that experienced dial up internet..
and the many many re-dials.
The silly summaries of relationships being the date typed out in Arial
with the day italicized or bolded
paired next to a less than equal sign..
and That Made All The Difference.
Who remembers A/S/L?
AIM. Xanga “Chatterboxes”. SN’s like flyyaZnboii90.
(I swear that was probably taken)
I was also a part of the generation who played endless games of ‘tag’
outside, on actual cement ground, after school and before dinner
with which my mother would scream out from the kitchen window
with neighbors who I swear all remember
how our mothers would scream out from the kitchen window.
I was the generation who made 'no-adults-allowed' clubhouses
out of old tents and blankets and sheets in the backyard,
who collected rubber balls and jumped up and down over getting
the ‘real scooter’.. you know.. the “Razor” and not some bootleg one.
(But they were really all the same)
I still have scars from tripping and running too fast barefoot—
ones that I am, to this day, so proud of
and the same ones that my mother used to reprimand me over
"no boy is going to like a girl with so many bruises, cuts and scars"
— but they were inevitable
and they proved my once-upon-a-time innocence.
I was the generation who chased the ice cream truck,
and counted on swings, made bets on who could jump off the highest
(and furthest) without hitting the cement curve.
I was the years boys my grade and older wore oversized white-T’s
and “regular-cut” jeans without worrying about the particular “fade”
or brand. And I was the girl who wore Volcom and Hurley
because when we first moved to the States, my mother didn’t know
what else and I didn’t bother to care.
I miss Around-the-World basketball and I actually miss climbing trees
and I miss squatting over grass and dirt looking for Rolly Pollies,
and giggling over how they would curl up into tiny tiny balls upon
the tiniest human touch.
I almost wish I could rewind time just to do it all over again- the same.
Or just so I could thank them- the awkward shaped animal bungie seats
at the park I grew up next to (even though we never did understand their
purpose), the old old swings for squeaking that I used
to hate, the not-having-the-luxury of sand but wood chips that my knees
grew numb to, the preference to stay out until sunset after school just to
do the most absolute epic loitering around with friends—
I’m sure there will always be things that every generation will miss
but I, personally, miss the little things that made up mine.”