Hiya. It’s the Gritty Goddess and the past is on my mind. I’m less than one week away from my twenty-year high school reunion. As the hostess, I’m comprising a playlist of songs from 1992 and before, songs that mean something and mark our era. REM,U2, Sinead O’Connor, and Beverly Hills 90210 all take me back to a time I remember fondly, even if it life wasn’t always easy.
Where has the time gone?
I could tell story after story highlighting small-town America and the hijinx that ensued in southwest Missouri, but my life in general revolved around sports, cruising back-country roads with the radio turned up, a good book always nearby, and of course it also included boys.
Madonna defined my youth. This Used to be My Playground fills me with the nostalgia of a home that no longer is, yet somehow will always be.
Finn isn’t his real name, but I call him that because it’s who Finn Hudson from Glee reminds me of. But we didn’t make out. Not that night anyway, though we had in the past and we would after. I was in an on-again, off-again relationship at the time so I kept my distance and he kept his. Mostly because he’s a nice guy. Or maybe he just wasn’t that into me at the time.
Tom Cochran’s, Life is a Highway, has me remembering staying out past curfew, S-10
pick-ups, and James Hensley. James was my first boyfriend, which hallmarked my fifth grade year. He was also my first kiss the following year. It happened in the spring, during second recess behind the silver building. He chewed Big Red gum while I savored a butterscotch candy. And trust me on this one, those flavors do not blend. We “went together” on and off through fifth and sixth grade and even though our romantic infatuation died in jr. high we remained good friends throughout high school. We’d irritate each other and gossip on the phone at all hours until my mom or his said it was time for bed. I remember writing book reports left handed (I was right, he was left) so that the teacher wouldn’t catch on that he really didn’t do it. Writing lefty allowed for the less than steller penmanship James was known for.
We lost touch after high school, but I remember him well. He was a gangly goof of a guy who was quick to laugh and always smiling. I won’t see him next week, either. James died several years ago—in his sleep from what I hear—from a rare and undetected condition. I didn’t go to his funeral because…because I just didn’t want to go, but I think of him every time I hear that song.
My question to you today is this: Be it good or bad, what song highlights a particularly memorable time in your life?