POGS. Didn't really know what to do with them, besides pick them out for 10 for a dollar and collect them. Actually, I still don't know what to do with them. Something involving a slammer?
ZOOBOOKS. My dad collected these from various DIs throughout the valley, and I would spend hours talking to anyone who would listen about the amazing wild dogs, flying snakes, and icky spiders.
GAK. And basically any Nickelodeon-sponsored propaganda/anything involving slime that would gross out my mamma.
ROLLERBLADE BASKETBALL. Note the Old Navy purple star shirt, generic bobbed hairdo, giddy expression that only comes from a sunrise game of 21 with the neighbor boy that I just won.
BEVERLY CLEARY BOOKS. I still have this collection--Ramona scaring herself with the witch mask, Ribsy stealing the neighbor's meat from their barbecue, Beezus' first pimple--I was there for it all.
GOLD LIPSTICK. One of the first makeup items I was allowed to wear. I mostly flaunted it at Classic Skating, where the lights were so dim you couldn't see how yellow it made my teeth look. Here I am seen pairing it with the very daring gold nail polish.
BIGASS JNCO JEANS. Seen here paired with serious plastic platform shoes. My Jncos were a very modest twenty-three inches, but I had a friend Joe who regularly sported the forty-three inch version. I can't tell which is worse--wide leg jeans or skinny jeans.
KENAN AND KEL. Who loves orange soda?
LISA FRANK. I had all the gear: pencils, notebooks, folders. Anyone who's taken a peek inside my geeky green army bag has seen my Lisa Frank pencil holder, a relic from childhood I have yet to let go of.
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