last night i was helping my sister with her decade project on the 90s. i never thought i’d be called upon to give expert advice about a decade. but for a little person born in 1994 – the 90s are to her what the late 70s and early 80s are to me. 1990 found me finishing up 5th grade and 10 years later i was ringing in a new decade in the middle of brazil on my mission.
at her request i explained hair, clothing, music, movies and tv shows. i thought i had been pretty thorough until i realized a few alarming things that she did not quite comprehend:
- i did all of my school research using encyclopedias, the printed and bound kind.
- i had a quarter in my pocket every time i went out so that i could call home using a pay phone if i needed to.
- i had vital phone numbers memorized since i’d be using a land line to make the calls.
- busy signals.
- if you were really cool, or a drug dealer, you had a pager.
i think the best part of the night was explaining a pager to rachel. “so it had a pad and you could type back?” nope. no keys. no pad. a few buttons and an old school screen. that was it.
i have to say, with the exception of grunge rock, i don’t really miss the 90s. or i should say, i don’t really miss me in the 90s.
just last week i stepped into a high school auditorium to watch one of my young women in high school musical 2. the pta mom at the cash box asked if i was a student. i said no. she asked how old i was and i laughingly told her 33. she then looked shocked and said she thought i was a nathan hale high school student. who knew i could be saving money on tickets this whole time!?