I was born in 1977. My memories of the 70s are very nebulous. Like, I remember wood paneling of the “old” house where my family used to live. And I kinda-sorta remember moving into the new house, which would have happened in the 70s as well. That’s pretty much it for direct experience, though. My memories really begin circa 1981, when I started nursery school.
So I think I’m a child of the 80s. All the toys I had were 80s toys. Cabbage Patch kids, check. My Little Pony (or the generic version thereof), check. He-Man action figures, check. I remember the evolution of video games clearly, from the Texas Instrument console my father would “borrow” from the school where he was a principal, to Atari (our family skipped that step for some reason), to Coleco Vision (Cabbage Patch Kids rocked!), to Nintendo. My Saturday morning cartoons were pure 80s. Snorks, Gummi Bears, Smurfs, Punky Brewster (remember Glomer?), and that God-awful Kissyfur. My childhood primetime line-up was also 80s. A-Team. Alf. Facts of Life. Small Wonder. The Cosby Show.
Now, I am familiar with pop culture of previous decades. When I would home from school, I would watch shows like Lassie, Leave It To Beaver, The Brady Bunch, and Gilligan’s Island. But I recognized these were “old-timey” shows, not shows of my generation. I enjoyed Scooby-Doo but even as a kid I recognized them as kids who weren’t like me. They were wearing bell-bottoms, for Pete’s Sake (not to mention ascots or whatever it was Fred was always wearing).
My most important “current event” memory as a child was the Challenger explosion in 1986. I was in the third grade, and we weren’t in school that day for a reason that I cannot remember. I was sitting in front of our Coleco Vision console playing a game when my sister ran down the stairs and told me what happened. I recognized it was a major event only when we returned to school and I found out that a classmate’s uncle–Ronald McNair–had been on the shuttle. In addition to the Challenger, I remember all the early talk about AIDS and watching news stories about kids being segregated from classmates out of parental fears. I remember the murdered and missing children stuff in Atlanta circa 1983, since the project where the kids were being abducted from was just down the street from where I lived. I of course remember the more mundane stuff, like Michael Jackson’s hair being caught on fire, the stupid Geraldo Alcatrez thing, and Max Headrum!
My formative years were all spent in the 80s. When I think of childhood, I think of the 80s. So I think it is quite apt to call me and others born in the late 70s/early 80s “Children of the 80s.”
But I’m wrong, according to my older sister. She was born in 1969 but claims that she is a child of the 80s. She takes a more liberal intepretation of the phrase than I do, essentially defining it as someone who “came of age” during the 80s. “Coming of age”, whatever the hell that means, happens in adolescence, and since she was a teen during the 80s, that means that she can call herself a “child of the 80s.” Just like our parents call themselves “children of the 60s” even though they were born in the 40s.
My immediate reaction was “Hogwash!” I ain’t no child of the 90s. I spent practically half of the 90s in college! By the middle of the decade, my personality had been firmly established. How can you say that decade “shaped” me when I was already shaped halfway into it?
But then I thought about it harder and considered that my sister might have a point. After all, many of my favorite songs come out of the 90s (though I do enjoy 80s music for nostalgic reasons). When I think about the cringe-worthy outfits I used to wear, they were my attempts to mimic 90s fashion, not 80s (because as a real kid, I didn’t have power to buy my own clothes during that time and wasn’t hip enough to care). I experienced some important pop cultural events, like the emergence of grunge and “alternative” music, the massive appeal of hip-hop music and culture, and the appearance of prime-time dramas targeted specifically to young people (90210, Melrose Place, and New York Undercover). Was I affected by Kurt Cobain’s suicide? Not any more than the Challenger Explosion affected me, but I was definitely more interested in it than kids just a few years younger than me were. And I remember being far more emotionally affected by the LA riots (we had them in Atlanta as well) than anything that happened in the 80s.
If someone offered me the choice between all the episodes of the first five seasons of The Real World versus the first five seasons of The Facts of Life, I wouldn’t even have to think twice. I had to graduate from college before the spell of The Real World could be broken. So maybe I’m not as loyal to Tootie and the gang as I initially thought I was.
So am I child of the 80s or a child of the 90s? What is your idea of a “child of a decade.” What do you consider yourself and why?