One Little Monkey Jumping on the Bed

Oh, the ’90s! How lovely you were. I was just a little girl during the time when New Kids on the Block, Seinfeld, Tamagotchi’s and high-top sneakers were the “ish,” but I most certainly remember it all. Born in 1987, I got to play in what I see as the best years to be a child in America (Subject to debate? Bring it on then!)

It was a time when technology was not up our asses like it is today, but when we got the opportunity to plug-in, it was Super Mario Brothers on the original Nintendo. Playing tag and hide n’ seek was just what you did after school, and getting dirty was okay because none of us knew or cared to dress the hippest- but when we did it was all about smiley face and peace sign tees, big scrunchies and Puma sneakers; not Abercrombie and Fitch, or whatever kids these days are wearing.

Oh, Amber, Cher and Dionne, how I miss thee!

I have been overly nostalgic lately. I have been acting like a damn child, in every good sense of the term. No kicking and screaming and certainly no bed-wetting. Sometimes, you have to let yourself retreat back; to retain memories or just to have some old-fashioned fun. See for yourself:

  • I bought a bike. Not to say bikes are limited to children whatsoever, but I have not been on one in at least 5 years. I have no plans for a bikeathon, I just want to take it on the trail near my house and sweat (which is a given).

Maybe my bike look isn’t as chic as Miss Miley Cyrus, but I’ll deal.

  • I started a puzzle. This puzzle has a whopping 1,000 pieces. Oh yeah, I have moved on up to the big leagues. I actually do puzzles quite often, and this one is so bright and fun- like childhood. Teardrop.

Trippy wizard, flying turtle puzzle, here I come!

  • I went to the playground. Granted I was trying to practice the monkey bars for Tough Mudder, I still had a blast. I took Alex and we climbed some big metal ball thing. Playgrounds are not like they used to be, though, I prefer the days when everything was made of wood and I would spend an hour picking out the splinters.
The boy and I channeling our inner 5 year-olds
  • I snuggled up with my favorite stuffed animal and watched Twilight. So maybe Twilight is not so childhood, it was that or Aladdin at my disposal and if you know me at all, you know that I have seen Aladdin far too many times. Watching a cheesey flick with popcorn reminded me that staying in on a Friday night is a-okay.

Yep, that poster is actually in my bedroom.

  • I played video games. The invention of the Nintendo Wii was the best thing to happen to me after all video game systems I owned built in 1999 or earlier totally kicked the bucket. I can log-on to Wii and buy any old-school video game I want. My choice? Super Mario 3!

I didn’t use the warp whistles, I swear!


I concluded my act-like-a-child-binge by jumping on the bed, eating an ice cream cone with sprinkles, reading Charlie Brown comic strips, jump-roping and using sidewalk chalk with my sister.

Now, back to school work, figuring out my bill situation… and yeah, all those adult things that life forced me to take part in. But I will always be a ’90s kid. Remembering and acting out the good ol’ times is sometimes necessary to balance out the chaos of the adult world.