God Bless the 80’s

By: Emily Eileen Moreshead

If you know me, you instantly know that the past is something that I cling to, and live vicariously through in an eccentric way. In my opinion, the best decade was the 1980’s. Back then, you had a childhood. You could play, live, function without any modern electronic devices like we are so accustomed to not living without now. I’m not comparing the 80’s to the ‘Little House of the Prairie’ days by any stretch but it was definitely a time that I’m thankful I was alive for and can appreciate.

The music, for one! Nothing beats the old school jams from artists that are no longer with us and the memories that came along with each song. New Kids on the Block was “it” when I was in second and third grade! Who doesn’t remember Michael Jackson, Prince, Whitney Houston, Michael Bolton, John Waite, Bruce Springsteen, Phil Collins, Debbie Gibson, Howard Jones, Tiffany…groups like Tears for Fears, Duran Duran, The Bangles, Bon Jovi, The Cure, The Police…I could go on and on! I have an entire collection of just 80’s tunes that I still enjoy every day.

I have twelve nieces and nephews, all born between 1993 and 2014. I love them all very much but there is a certain part of me that feels sorry for them not knowing the way the world used to be when I was a child. They are amazed when I discuss having to sit by the radio every weekend and wait hours just to record my favorite songs onto a cassette. They balk when I ask why they find it so difficult to just go out and play or make up something to do. With imagination, the things my sisters and I used to do….Be outside playing with the neighborhood kids until the streetlights came on at night, made up plays and acted them out for family, used dolls as our children and played ‘apartment’ through the house, rode scooters down my childhood home’s long hill again and again…

I feel lucky to have been born in 1980. I feel old sometimes too, but I don’t regret my birth year. I’m happy that I can pick up a cell phone or laptop today, and yet still put it down without anxiety-ridden withdrawal in doing so. I’m thankful I was able to grow up without selfie sticks and camera phones. I’m grateful that I enjoyed being a child without feeling forced to grow up much too quickly.

God Bless the 80’s.

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