For most, there is a most memorable year that sticks out to us in each decade. I’ve compiled either my personal favorite or most memorable below aside from the 70’s which I don’t remember being born late in the decade (7/15/77). I wish I’d been born on the 7th, though (7/7/77).
1988 — 5th and 6th grade were good. I had great friends at church and school, the Bengals went to the Super Bowl and the Reds were awesome, rode my bike each and every day of the summer to the Springdale Rec Center Pool, was introduced to Hair Metal, and sat next to Mrs. House’s desk in 6th grade, who was my favorite teacher growing up. Jimbo (pictured below) was a big part of all of this as we did most things together.
ENTER THE NINETIES — The whole decade was amazing because I turned 13 in 1990 and 22 in 1999. It’s hard to say which one is my favorite and most memorable, so I’ll list highlights from each year and bold a favorite and bold italicize the most memorable.
1990 — Even though it was rough when we moved from Florida back to Ohio, I’m glad we did because my extended family and best buddies were there or in a conjoining state. My youth group at church was pretty rad as well. I was a pretty bad kid at the time. We had moved around so much and I was mad at everybody… also, I’m a natural born sinner. God used the sweet people of West Chester Baptist Church to bring me close to Him. When I born again, about a year after this photo was taken, my life radically turned around and I got “on fire” for God. I know this now to have been the baptism of the Holy Spirit.
1991 — My friends at church were awesome. I also really started to take guitar seriously and learned to play the song that gave me a strong foothold on finger style, When the Children Cry by White Lion. The coolest part about both of those things were my brother who led me to Christ and taught me how to play guitar – thanks Mikey!
1992 — Hurt my back in a major sledding accident at my youth pastor’s house and had issues for 17 years until I was miraculously healed.. no joke.
I had been skateboarding for a few years at this point and had gotten pretty good. The bad part was not being close to any of my skater friends so it was pretty much a solo deal. I still remember breaking my ankle at the Springdale Church of the Naz parking lot. It hurt so bad I screamed like a little girl and almost passed out from it. I can still feel it… shivers.
Church friends and I would usually hang out after Sunday evening service at the Golden Tee in Sharonville playing pool. One night, Jason let me drive his Oldsmobile and I left a huge dent in his front fender after backing out next to a conversion van. I was 15 without a license. Sorry Jason… and mom.
Lastly, my Uncle Gary came to our house for Thanksgiving that November and introduced me to country music. I was never the same.
1993 — I was fortunate to have had a solid youth group. They make up what I would call my “glory days”.
God brings us through different seasons along with different people for different reasons. Although I was sad to see this particular season come to a close, there were two I got to take with me. I’m fortunate to have two of my best friends I will ever have… my brother and sister.
There are many more memories after this but I’ll save it for a part 2 in the very near future.