Talking 'Bout My Generation

A coworker and I went to lunch on Friday. Because it was the first time we had been social outside of work, we got acquainted by talking about our families, where we have lived and other general ‘getting to know you’ topics.

During the hour, we realized how much we had in common - not only now, but also as kids. We had determined that we were both true children of the 1980’s (and early 90’s).

Our mother’s were hip, hot and had big hair. We sported permed mullets, transposed colored socks with the perfect rolled jeans and had pen pals. We giggled as we reminisced about the days of neon and how those times had formed us into who we are now.

However, after lunch, I couldn’t help but relish in those days that seemed so free. Although I love most of the tools and techie things we have available to us these days, I can’t help but look back.

It was a time without mobile phones and Internet. Most of the time, no one cared how you wore your hair, what your glasses looked like or if you clothing matched. We knew how to Walk like an Egyptian, The only “reality TV” was the news and your parents trusted you to take the time to pick up a corded phone to check in while out with friends. MTV played music videos, cars were made of steel, RunDMC collaborated with Aerosmith and kids weren’t glued to their Computers, Atari’s and Nintendo’s - we were actually made to go outside and be creative and active, even if it were only to run in the sprinklers.

I know what you are thinking; not everything was perfect back then. Where there is good there is also bad, but I choose not to think about those things. We have made great progress in medicine, technology and safety regulations, and for that I am thankful. Please keep in mind, this is merely just a blog about the things I miss from the old days.

That being said, If you are like me, and you cherish a hand written letter, the good old fashioned road trip with a packed lunch, the first National Lampoons Vacation movies along with anything by John Hughes, chime in.

It is crazy to think about some of those things we never knew our parents had knowing our children will feel the same. So leave and entry below - and consider it your time capsule, buried here.