tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890387.post2328886682796933359..comments2023-12-25T00:38:19.500-08:00Comments on Finding Wonderland: The WritingYA Weblog (archive): A Trip Through the Wayback MachineSarah Stevensonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16534942492714970282noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890387.post-323855444287699292008-02-10T01:38:00.000-08:002008-02-10T01:38:00.000-08:00They'd be the old kids on the block again or somet...They'd be the <I>old kids on the block again</I> or something! They <B>can't</B> be the new kids anymore! Aaaaaaaaaa!David T. Macknethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03074123750929335716noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890387.post-86953716583476687082008-02-09T20:38:00.000-08:002008-02-09T20:38:00.000-08:00I had some kind of popcorn ceiling, but I managed ...I had some kind of popcorn ceiling, but I managed to place the stars in between the popcorn bits.<BR/>Why don't we ever think to take picture of our bedrooms when we are teens? I don't have any pictures. Hmm. Who did I fancy? Back in 6 - 8th grade there was the New Kids on the Block, who I hear are getting back together. I had a lot of Kurt Cobain posters. I was very angsty as a teen. I also loved the Cure, but I don't think they were making posters of them any more. Guess that ages me? :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890387.post-73855739092664167142008-02-09T14:58:00.000-08:002008-02-09T14:58:00.000-08:00I can date myself farther back than you can!When I...I can date myself farther back than you can!<BR/>When I was in 7th grade, I had posters of Shaun Cassidy all over my walls. Oh my.A Paperback Writerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10155962941590663738noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890387.post-14444384320740444142008-02-09T09:21:00.000-08:002008-02-09T09:21:00.000-08:00Hey! I didn't get to have stars on the ceiling 't...Hey! I didn't get to have stars on the ceiling 'til just a few years ago!David T. Macknethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03074123750929335716noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890387.post-65278472861515128952008-02-09T04:41:00.000-08:002008-02-09T04:41:00.000-08:00I know I was supposed to be reading the poem, but ...I know I was supposed to be reading the poem, but I kept admiring your handwriting instead. :) As a terrible, terrible chicken-scratch hand writer, I'm impressed with all your loops (and your neatness.)<BR/><BR/>I had a closet full of Nancy Drew books that I had bought used for a quarter apiece. And I had a green desk and chair, which I never sat at. I used the chair to pile my clothes on, so I didn't have to hang them up again.Sarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12225998457253574928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10890387.post-23364581336487500382008-02-09T03:34:00.000-08:002008-02-09T03:34:00.000-08:00Hey, *I* want glow in the dark stars. We had that ...Hey, *I* want glow in the dark stars. We had that nasty popcorn ceiling so nothing would stick up there.<BR/><BR/>I wasn't allowed to read teen magazines so I didn't have TigerBeat pictures (or anything rock and roll, God forbid.) Hidden on the back of her door, my sister had a poster of Boy George - <I>whom I, of course, thought was a girl.</I><BR/><BR/>These are good -- if disturbing -- details...<BR/><BR/>Okay. I'm leaving my room now. Quickly. Closing the door....tanita✿davishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01671822274852087499noreply@blogger.com