I’ve been…
watching old episodes of “The Wonder Years” on Netflix. Funny how wonderful the show is even on the second time around. I’m so glad it’s streaming right now. It’s really bringing back so many good memories from my childhood for me.
The episode I watched tonight was the one where Kevin takes Paul’s little sister Debbie to a dance. It reminded me of being a little girl and having my dad teach me how to box step. I don’t particularly remember why he taught me, I just remember laughing uncontrollably in my bedroom one night dancing with my dad in my old bedroom (which was full of unicorns.) I just didn’t get it, I think I must have been about 8 or 9 at the time.
It also reminded me of my first major crush around the same time I learned to dance, the neighbor boy Aaron. HIgh school star of the football team (they went to state that year), handsome, had a twin brother Andrew too. I remember one year for halloween I was going as a 50’s girl in a poodle skirt. My mom thought the perfect finishing touch for my costume would be to wear a letterman jacket. She went and asked the neighbor boy if I could wear his letterman jacket while I trick or treated and HE SAID YES!
I was so proud walking around the neighborhood in that jacket. It smelled like him. When I took the coat off to give back, my sweater underneath still smelled like him and I thought that was the coolest. All I know was that that really meant the world to me at the time.
I remember watching this show at night right before bed, being cuddled up as a family in my parent’s room and feeling sad when the end credits rolled and I knew it was time to go to bed, mostly because it meant school was looming in the morning.
Good warm fuzzy stuff.
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