I read The Catcher in the Rye oh, about four times between the ages of fourteen and twenty-one. But I haven’t read it in the dozen years since. I’m terrified of reading it now and finding Holden Caulfied will have turned into a whining little brat rather than the deep thinker I remember him to be. That’s how I want to remember Holden Caulfield, a deep thinker. So I refuse to read the book again, though I’d probably still place it in my top twenty-five of all time. Other things from my childhood that likely won’t live up to my memories?
Clarissa Explains it All. I’m sure I’d still find Clarissa to be a charming influence on young girls. And I’m sure I’d still be wowed by her fashion choices. It’s just that I used to watch the show solely for Sam, Clarissa’s window-climbing friend. I wanted to make out with him in the worst way. Certainly I’d watch the show now and get skeeved at remembering the desire to make out with a fourteen year old.
Under the Boardwalk. This movie from the late 80's is a Romeo and Juliet tale with California surfers. It was a favorite between me and my siblings, and we used to laugh at it, thinking it was so bad it was good. Secretly though, I just thought it was good. I’m pretty sure if I watched it again, I wouldn’t care quite so much that the ‘locs’ (locals) say ‘brah’ while the ‘vals’ (Valleys) say ‘bro.’ And I’d still be ashamed to be from ‘the sticks’ like poor Cousin Andy.
Jelly Shoes. I mean, yeah, jelly shoes looked totally rad, especially if you had glittery ones. And Claudia Kishi totally rocked the jellies! But chances are I’m failing to remember horribly sweaty and blistered feet. Especially considering my jelly shoes most likely came from the bargain bin at K-mart.
Garbage Pail Kids. I thought GPKs were irreverent adult humor when I was a kid. I don’t even want to look at GPKs as an adult. Really? A child buried up to her neck in dirt with honey dripped over her face while ants eat away at her flesh and calling her Sticky Nikki? It sounds more stomach-turning than irreverent now. But man did I love those cards as a kid - the grosser the better.
Easy-bake Oven. There is no way cookies made from a mix and baked by the heat of a light bulb taste as good as I remember. No. Way.
What about the rest of you? What childhood favorites likely won’t live up to your fond memories?
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