I was a child of the eighties, and proud of it. We had an era of freedom that we didn’t appreciate at the time but now that we look back, we do so with affection and fondness. Looking back at those years, it truly was an exceptional time to experience our wonder years, even if we did have really bad hairdos.
Our toys didn’t include ipods or ipads. Instead we played with Cabbage Patch Dolls, Care Bears and My Little Ponies. And oh so often, we would give our Barbies haircuts with paper scissors that never really cut properly.
We didn’t play Playstation in the seclusion of our bedrooms. Instead we walked to the nearest green grocer to play Pacman on the Arcade Machine after school, or invited a group of friends over to play Mario Brothers that plugged into the TV in the lounge. No-one had a TV in their room, well not that I knew of anyway.
We didn’t read books on the Kindle. We weren’t spoilt for choice where we could download 100’s of books so we went to the local Library and booked out the likes of Sweet Valley High, the Famous Five and the Secret Seven. We would read them over and over, and over again.
We didn’t have whatsapp to connect with our friends after hours. Instead we wrote our friends letters on papers we collected and swopped at school.
We didn’t have 100’s of TV channels to choose from, so sitting in front of the TV for hours wasn’t such a draw card. When we did, it was for memorable events like waking up early to watch Princess Diane and Prince Charles get married, and watching the finals of Wimbledon. Who didn’t have a crush on Andre Aggassi?
We didn’t have ipod’s or CD players, and bands like One Direction and 5th Harmony. But we did have Glen Madeiros and The Bangles. And I might have listened to “Nothing’s going to change my love for you” and “Is this burning an eternal flame” on my tape recorder at least a 100 times until the tapes snapped. Does anyone else remember trying to tape songs off the radio? I used to get so angry when the DJ would talk over the songs.
It was also an age of naivety and innocence.
An age where you thought your friends would be friends forever, because we exchanged friendship necklaces and pricked our fingers and became blood sisters.
An age where you thought you could be and do anything when you grew up.
An age where you had never heard the word racism, or questioned why there were no kids of other colour in your class.
An age where you believed your parents could do anything, and knew everything.
It was a time where we blossomed. Where we were allowed to be children. I hope my children can look back at their youth with the same happy nostalgia.