In 2003, I turned 16, not 13. My birthday is in August, though, so I spent most of the year 15 years old, trying hard to just not care about what other people thought, and contrary to popular belief, not being able to tell didn’t help on that front.
The end is here! Yes, we’ve finally hit the bottom of the Persephone Magazine writer barrel, at least age wise. I, Elfity, am here to bring you the glories (kind of) of the year 2004, as seen through my barely-teenaged eyes. I should mention that I was actually 14 for the majority of 2004 rather […]
Hey, it’s my turn! And it seems only right that much of my research was through Wikipedia, since the site was launched in 2001. Are we sitting comfortably?
I was so elated when I was chosen for a section of the Nostalgia Project, I could hardly stand it, and this year turned out to be an especially great one. I was amazed at how many things that ended up defining my early teenage years came out this year. And heeeeeeere we go!
1998 was not one of my favorite years, but that was more from the fact that middle school was epicly unfun for me. Out in the world, things were considerably less mopey preteen.
Welcome to 1997. This was the year of the Spice Girls, of Titanic, of Daria, and of Dolly the sheep. We lost Princess Diana, Biggie, and Michael Hutchence. We got our first female Secretary of State and sent a rover to Mars. It was quite a year, my friends.
Friends, 1996 is one of my all-time favorite years, and it was also a leap year. Pick out your favorite babydoll tee and gather round the wayback machine, because it’s time to say goodbye to Jessica Fletcher.
Ah, 1995. When a young PoM’s fancy turned to thoughts of giant flannel shirts and Doc Martens. 1995 was a big year in entertainment, world events, and technology. Let’s dive in.
I turned thirteen in 1994. I started eight grade, I reluctantly stopped playing with my Barbie dolls because I decided that thirteen was way too grown-up for dolls, and I spent a lot of time in the library (sadly, my card catalogue knowledge is useless these days).
Ah, 1993, we meet again. As with the other authors, age 13 was certainly not lacking for excitement for me. Let’s just jump right into it, shall we?
Welcome to the ’90s! My fashion and musical preferences are still stuck in the ’90s, so I’m excited that I get to ring in the decade. Bring on the plaid flannels and alternative rockers!
In 1987, I wanted to be Baby in Dirty Dancing. My best friend, Esmeralda and I played mixed cassette tapes on the boom box in the garage and danced. I had permed strawberry blonde hair, freckles, rolled jeans, and I was going to be a dancer.
So we’re up to 1984 now, huh? Totally tubular, dude! Oh wait…I can’t use the word “tubular,” it’s SO 1982!
Hop into my TARDIS, dear readers, and let’s go back to 1983, where we can all learn how to do the moonwalk.