And apparently wanted to remind me of some long forgotten childhood memories...
We'll start with this paperback I am quite certain I bought at my school's book fair.
Making your selections at that annual grand event was no small matter.
I'm glad to see I chose such a timeless, unauthorized piece.
Next up, my first phone.
Friends, you may not understand the enormity of what you see before you.
I wanted my very own phone in my room for what felt like ages... and not just any phone,
mind you, that phone.
Sweet mercy, I loved that thing. And yes, it did light up when it rang, only adding to it's glory.
MC Hammer, Can't Touch This / Amy Grant, Lucky One / Martina McBride, Independence Day /
Hootie & the Blowfish, Let Her Cry
Or cassette singles to those of you born after 1983.
Wikipedia describes these jewels as a music single in the form of a compact cassette.
While accurate, this definition fails to mention the sheer awesomeness that was a cassingle.
Friday nights meant going out to dinner with the family
and picking out a new cassingle to add to my collection.
Glory days, I tell you.
Quad City DJ's, C'Mon 'N Ride It (The Train) / TLC, Waterfalls / Selena, Dreaming of You /
Tag Team, Whoomp There It Is
All 4 One, I Swear / Deep Blue Something, Breakfast at Tiffany's /
Puff Daddy & Faith Evans, I'll Be Missing You (Tribute to the Notorious B.I.G.)
Cassingles were purchased at Camelot, the music store at our local mall.
I found my Frequent Customer Card inside my ole Dooney Bourke.
Lest you think all I did was jam out to cassingles and talk on my phone,
I'd like to present other evidence.
I have enjoyed writing for as long as I can remember.
There is still a hint of the soft, powdery smell of those colorful, pastel pages locked safely away.
Lastly, not only was I a frequent flyer at Camelot Music, but also at Surprises Inside
or the Hello Kitty store as I called it.
The '90s may have called, but I'm keeping my cassingles.
And the Dooney.