A Trip Through Time. Or 1989. Whatever.

posted by on 04/01/2010 | 4,508 comments (leave one of your own)

It was 1989. My thoughts were short and my hair was long. Long as in I grew it out and begged my mother for a spiral perm because I thought I would d-i-e if I didn’t have one. I was in eighth grade and she told me to get bent because that perm was gonna cost her $80.

Recently while we were emptying out my Mom’s basement, I discovered a box labeled ‘1989’. Before I opened it, I tried to imagine what important memorabilia the box could contain, a trip back down the stepping stones of my youth.

I went to my first concert.

NKOTB

I played this tape so many times that I erased it.

M Vanilli

I was totally someone’s BFF. I wish I knew who was in possession of the other half; I’m interested in seeing where we stand.

BFF

Bonus points if you remember that California Raisins briefly had their own cartoon show. Seriously. 1989 was epic, I’m sorry if you missed it.

C Raisin

I didn’t want my half of the BFF necklace to go to waste, so I made sure to pass it on to a certain someone that always brings the special.

BFF 4/E

In case you weren’t paying attention, 1989 was definitely cool beans. Psyche. However, I must have had wicked negotiation skills because that $80 perm my Mom said no to?

1989

Um, yeah.

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