The horrors within, aka my childhood memories stashed in my mom's closet

Latest sojourn (to a storage unit I had next to my bed growing up) turned up many more letters and newspaper clippings...and a Dino 24/7 cassette

As well as Bon Jovi Slippery When Wet: The Videos on VHS.





I cry for the child I was.

Anyone who thinks I'm bullshitting, PM me and I'll e-mail you a cell phone picture of this shit. I'm not kidding. These are actual products either I or my parents paid good American cash for.

 

Find any New Kids on the Block videos, like I did when I cleaned out my old room?

Oh, and I just have to say when I saw this thread title, this is immediately what came to mind:

 

Awesome.

 

1) I have the Slippery When Wet VHS

2) My mom has in her attic from my childhood: My sequined prom dress with a big hot pink poofy thing on the shoulder, the Def Lep poster of the boys in short shorts and tanks made of the British Flag, the Bon Jovi poster of Jon showing off his gawdawful Superman tat and a pair of frosted jeans with zippers at the ankle and a bow above the zipper.

She refuses to thow them out. She wants to show my future husband. What she doesn't know is that I'm never getting married.

 

Wow, I feel your pain, IJAG. I did this a while back, and it was scary.

My finds: a giant plastic tub of hair thingies, mostly neon; a neon pink cassette carrying case with the likes of Tiffany, Debbie Gibson and WHAM! inside (no NKOTB, though); assorted Cabbage Patch Kids; a pair of pink LA Gear shoes; my sateen soccer team jacket; a bubble necklace; and a poster of Ryne Sandberg. That one came home with me.

 

One Friday at happy hour in college, the DJ played "You Give Love A Bad Name." When the song ended, the crowd demanded he play the entire album...and he obliged. Awesome. Totally awesome.

 

You have my e-mail address. I want this picture ...

My stuff, I'm sure, is long gone ...

 

Well, as it happens, I once went to this very odd yard sale in Hamilton.
Heh-heh-heh.

 

Oh crap, Fenian knows my 15-year-old secrets!

 

There is a biker bar in my hometown that favors speed metal most of the time but that used to play Bad Medicine when I and my cohorts would stumble in around last call.

I feel shame.

I also want to go home.

 

Oh, come on.
You have secrets older than that.