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With the help of hindsight, I realise that nine-year-old me would have been Bambi on ice in these suckers. But at the time! At the time, I was SURE I’d be elegant and sophisticated.
These were legitimately dangerous. But try telling that to a child who just wants to see beautiful fairies fly through the air (preferably away from her eye area).
I wanted to have every variation of ‘skin colour’ there was. I wanted to be the colouring pencil ORACLE, the Godfather of colours – my classmates would come to me, snivelling, seeking the rarest shades. That power. I craved it.
I know now my parents were right not to create a tiny Crayola despot.
A cereal that is essentially dozens of tiny biscuits is not good for anyone. But who among us was not entranced by the siren call of “CooOOOooOOOKIE CRISP!” from the TV screen?
I still think about buying this when I see it on offer in Dealz.
I had many letters to respond to, of course. I envisioned myself descending from my bunk bed (with Groovy Chick duvet, of course) and entering my ‘office’ to do so.
Other tables simply could not handle the weight and importance of my correspondence with Sophie, the English girl I befriended on holidays in Majorca.
Similarly, because I was such a popular gal (nope) and received so many telephone callers (questionable) I desperately needed my very own phone line. Like Lizzie McGuire!
Pink was obviously the most desirable if I had to choose just one colour, but I was set upon having a wardrobe of O’Neills. A pair for every possible occasion. Formal O’Neills.
Oh, how I campaigned to be let rent Bring It On 2, or whatever other teen film Aoife From Across The Road was bragging about having seen.
There is a page in my pre-teen diary that contains a diatribe against a younger friend who was allowed watch 12 cert films. That tells you a lot about me, as a person.
13. Neon octopus pants
To catch the blacklights at the teen disco, y’know?
Thursday 26 December, 2024
Thursday 26 December, 2024
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14 items I desperately wanted as a child that I still think of to this day
I HAD MANY flights of fancy as a child and a young teenager. Here are just a few things I coveted, which my parents wisely did not give me.
1. High-heeled school shoes
With the help of hindsight, I realise that nine-year-old me would have been Bambi on ice in these suckers. But at the time! At the time, I was SURE I’d be elegant and sophisticated.
2. Sky Dancers
These were legitimately dangerous. But try telling that to a child who just wants to see beautiful fairies fly through the air (preferably away from her eye area).
3. Knee-high Converse
The emo period of the early 2000s was a confusing time for me; physically, emotionally, and sartorially.
4. A 100-piece set of Crayola colouring pencils
I wanted to have every variation of ‘skin colour’ there was. I wanted to be the colouring pencil ORACLE, the Godfather of colours – my classmates would come to me, snivelling, seeking the rarest shades. That power. I craved it.
I know now my parents were right not to create a tiny Crayola despot.
5. Cookie Crisp cereal
A cereal that is essentially dozens of tiny biscuits is not good for anyone. But who among us was not entranced by the siren call of “CooOOOooOOOKIE CRISP!” from the TV screen?
I still think about buying this when I see it on offer in Dealz.
6. All of The Sims expansion packs
How I pined for my Sims to be able to go on a Sim date while holding a Sim house party while petting a Sim dog.
How RUDE of my parents to be concerned about the impact of this on the exhausted family computer, or my already extremely square eyes.
7. A belly button piercing
Blame Britney.
8. One of those bunk beds with the desk underneath from the Argos catalogue
I had many letters to respond to, of course. I envisioned myself descending from my bunk bed (with Groovy Chick duvet, of course) and entering my ‘office’ to do so.
Other tables simply could not handle the weight and importance of my correspondence with Sophie, the English girl I befriended on holidays in Majorca.
9. A phone in my room
Similarly, because I was such a popular gal (nope) and received so many telephone callers (questionable) I desperately needed my very own phone line. Like Lizzie McGuire!
10. Every colour of O’Neills tracksuit bottoms
Pink was obviously the most desirable if I had to choose just one colour, but I was set upon having a wardrobe of O’Neills. A pair for every possible occasion. Formal O’Neills.
11. Those stupidly large jawbreakers
They were just impractical! And disgusting, when you really thought about it. But oh god, the WANT, the NEED, to have just one. Even now, it’s strong.
12. The permission to watch 12 cert films
Oh, how I campaigned to be let rent Bring It On 2, or whatever other teen film Aoife From Across The Road was bragging about having seen.
There is a page in my pre-teen diary that contains a diatribe against a younger friend who was allowed watch 12 cert films. That tells you a lot about me, as a person.
13. Neon octopus pants
To catch the blacklights at the teen disco, y’know?
This was definitely for the best.
14. Text away for ringtones
Because someone told someone who told my mother that Mary down the road’s daughter spent €250 in credit texting away for ringtones.
Ah, god be with the days. :’)
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