- Posted May 24, 2014 by
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Child of the Eighties Wants To Thank Brett Nichols
After watching that video of Brett Nichols dancing like Michael Jackson about 50 times yesterday, I thought I would have Billie Jean stuck in my head and wouldn't be able to sleep. Didn't think of it once! It's probably due to the fact that instead of causing a continuous loop of the song in my dreams, it provided me with tons of fond memories of being a child.
The ugly clothes I was forced to wear...my bowl shaped haircut...me and my brother Willie fighting then making up to annoy mom after getting into trouble for not getting along in the first place. I used to play records, and had an extensive tape collection. If that doesn't convince you how cool I was, I also had a water bed.
Now that I'm older I know much more about The Cold War than what I did as a child. When I was young, the Soviets were portrayed as the evil boogeyman and that is all I knew. Although we had safety drills in school I wasn't truly aware how easy it would have been for either side to use nuclear warfare to annihilate everyone.
These days we worry about everything that goes bump in the night, we're still scared of terrorism (only the names have changed) and nuclear warfare is here to stay.
But don't fret yourself fellow parents, because our children are going to remember this time differently than we do. They will surely recollect and lament about how the wars have affected them on a personal level, because the loss of life and a wounded soldier are all someone's relative, loved one, friend, etc. But a child's brain can be an amazing thing, and even though things just aren't right in this country anymore, and there is strife everywhere, they naturally consider the good before the bad (opposite of us old fogies).
They're going to remember the sandy adventure they had the first time you walked them across the bridge on the Mississippi River, they're going to brag about how they were the first to use Twitter, and the last to write in cursive. They're going to laugh because they had to help their parents create a wireless hotspot on their phone so mom or dad can look at pictures of cats on their tablet - much like we helped our parents with the technology of our childhood by setting the timer on the VCR to record shows.
I'm very happy for the young man that danced amazingly with the confidence and accuracy of a pro. He had the girls screaming in the crowd like they were watching the real Michael Jackson! And I would like to thank him for bringing back some awesome memories.