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Back in the late 1970s until about 1982, I LOVED Olivia Newton-John. I first discovered her as Sandra Dee in &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Grease&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I swear, I thought Olivia was like this beautiful angel with a heavenly voice. I wished I looked like her. Skinny with lovely blonde hair. She was just so pretty.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Around that time, I was friends with an adorable tanned, blue-eyed, blonde-haired little girl from our neighborhood. Though she was two years younger than me, we would sometimes play together. Her parents spoiled her in a different way than mine did. I remember her room was so pink. We're talking floor to ceiling pretty shades of pink. In her room, we'd sink our toes into the soft mauve&amp;nbsp;carpet of her fit-for-a-princess style bedroom and perform scenes and songs from the &lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grease. &lt;/b&gt;We'd play the&amp;nbsp;album over and over and sing along to each song.&lt;/div&gt;
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It's weird, but as young as I was, I remember feeling this odd sadness as we sang along, leaping on and off her bed pretending, play pillow fighting as if we were high schoolers in the slumber party scene. The neighborhood child looked much more like Sandy, Olivia Newton-John's character, than I ever did.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Back then, kids were different than they are today. In 1979, I don't remember us being as glam as today's kids. We weren't as hung up on growing up fast. Right? However, somehow I knew, deep down that I was more like a chubby, mousy brown haired younger version of Rizzo to this little girl's Sandy.&lt;/div&gt;
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This blog was supposed to be about how I always thought the video for Olivia Newton-Johns'&amp;nbsp;"Let's Get Physical" was super dirty. I was only like 10 when it aired and I thought it was just shockingly X-rated, filled with men in thongs. I just couldn't believe my eyes. Sorry, I got sidetracked and depressed the hell out of everyone comparing myself to Sandra Dee.&lt;/div&gt;
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Children's author and illustrator, &lt;b&gt;Maurice Sendak&lt;/b&gt; passed away today at 83. Although famous for &lt;b&gt;Where The Wild Things Are&lt;/b&gt;, I was probably the only child who didn't like that book. I did, however ADORE the tale of &lt;b&gt;Pierre &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;Really Rosie&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Pierre was a very naughty little boy. I remember thinking that my parents would kick my butt if I was as bad as Pierre who just didn't care. The story revolves around his disrespectful ways and what can happen to children who don't listen to their parents.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I remember &lt;b&gt;Carole King &lt;/b&gt;singing the words to Pierre in a TV special that aired on CBS in 1975 called &lt;b&gt;Really Rosie.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Really Rosie&lt;/b&gt; was an animated musical based on &lt;b&gt;Maurice Sendak&lt;/b&gt;'s stories including &lt;b&gt;Chicken Soup with Rice&lt;/b&gt; -- another one I enjoyed. I was really small when I saw it and I think the scene where the lion eats Pierre was a bit scary, but the song was so wonderful.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I especially love &lt;b&gt;Maurice Sendak&lt;/b&gt;'s kids and characters in&lt;b&gt; Really Rosie&lt;/b&gt; because they were New Yawkers, like my family and me, and they sure did have the accents to prove it.&lt;/div&gt;
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Remember cassette tapes also known as compact cassettes? The popular brands were distributed by TDK and Maxell. It's hard to believe these items are hard to find today. One of my favorite gifts as a child, was a tape recorder. Ask someone under 30 if they know what a tape recorder is today and they most likely will have no idea.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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As a kid, I would use a small tape recorder to record audio while watching my favorite movies in the theater. I particularly recall doing this during &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fourthgradenothing.com/2010/11/corey-feldman-hints-of-goonies-sequel.html"&gt;The Goonies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I would listen to the tapes while getting ready for school or doing homework. I knew every line. Too bad I didn't record important information such as history or Spanish lessons. I would have aced my classes!&lt;/div&gt;
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I think my very first tapes were copied versions of Madonna's first two albums and &lt;a href="http://www.fourthgradenothing.com/2010/06/retro-rewind-weekend-cyndi-lauper.html"&gt;Cyndi Lauper&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;b&gt;She's So Unusual &lt;/b&gt;back in sixth grade. My dad was a teacher and one of his students had a massive record collection. He told the student how much I loved &lt;b&gt;Madonna&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Cyndi Lauper&lt;/b&gt;. Soon I had two new tapes and I bet some had a passing grade. I played those tapes continuously until I believe they finally snapped. That was the one thing that was uncool about tapes. They would get stuck or the tape would unwind from the spool.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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As we kids got older, we learned about the&amp;nbsp;romanticism&amp;nbsp;behind the mixed tape. Often a sign of affection, your crush would gather their favorite songs and put together a nice combination of tunes for you on a blank tape. The crush would label the tape and sometimes create artwork, depending on how creative they were. &amp;nbsp;Even the worst song on the tape was lovely because of the person behind the mixed tape. My husband made me CDs in 2001. There are songs that will always remind me of him.&lt;/div&gt;
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Every once in a while, I'll get a text or Facebook message from my younger brother asking me if I can recall this game we used to play way back in the late 1970s or early 1980s. He never can quite recall the name of it other than the term, "Flying F-something" ... Tonight he texted me asking if I remembered how much we enjoyed playing, "Flying Flannigan."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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We both knew this wasn't what this game was really called. And to be honest, I couldn't even remember what the object of this game was. I just knew there was some wacky board game we loved to play with a funny name. I reminded him about my love for &lt;a href="http://www.fourthgradenothing.com/2009/10/my-10-most-favorite-childhood-gifts.html"&gt;Run Yourself Ragged&lt;/a&gt;. But felt bad that I couldn't offer him any other memory behind this "Flying" game that was so special to him.&lt;/div&gt;
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Thankfully, &lt;a href="http://boardgamegeek.com/boardgame/31548/flying-finnegan"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Board Game Geek&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; once again came through for me. And there it was, the complete&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://boardgamegeek.com/boardgame/31548/flying-finnegan" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flying Finnegan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;lowdown.That was it! It was called &lt;b&gt;Flying Finnegan -- &lt;/b&gt;a&amp;nbsp;1978 game from Kenner. Classified as a board game, this game was more of a tabletop action game. It was perfect for two players around the age of 6 or 8 - though I think my brother may have been under the suggested age.&lt;/div&gt;
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You have to view the above YouTube video to really see how the game is played. It's like a cause and effect type situation game. You launch something and then another thing happens which then causes another thing to happen. It always reminded me of those funny contraptions you'd see in a cartoon usually with a brainy scientist would be behind it. Think &lt;a href="http://www.fourthgradenothing.com/2010/06/goonies-25th-anniversary-in-astoria.html"&gt;Data from The Goonies&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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When I started this blog, I was living in New Jersey. Over the years, I got sick of jobs that didn't pay very well, real estate prices that started at $350,000, yearly homeowner taxes in the double digits and living 90 minutes away from a beach. I had been laid off for like the third time in three years and my husband was facing an impending layoff after ten years with his company. We finally realized we needed to make a big change.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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We gave away or sold everything we owned, filled our two Hondas with whatever was left and moved to Florida. In February, we celebrated one year in &lt;b&gt;The Sunshine State&lt;/b&gt; and have never been happier. We're closing on our first home in less than a week (fingers crossed) and have wonderful &amp;nbsp; jobs earning decent salaries. We paid off a nice chunk of New Jersey credit card debt and still managed to save enough dough to put toward a house.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I know this blog is about the past and fun memories, so in an effort to stick to my subject matter ... Here's where I'm going with this post ... This morning, I was in the kitchen fixing us fried egg whites, coffee and toast, when the lyrics to an old TV commercial filled my head. I couldn't quite figure out if I had made this ad up, or if it was real.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"When you need it bad, we've got it good, when you need it bad, come to Florida! 'Cuz we've got it good here."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I asked hubs about the jingle. He's a few years younger than me ... and had no recollection of it.&lt;/div&gt;
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Although I was only 8, I had the biggest crush on &lt;b&gt;Robert Hays &lt;/b&gt;of &lt;b&gt;Airplane &lt;/b&gt;fame. I first spotted him on &lt;b&gt;Angie&lt;/b&gt;, a short-lived sitcom from 1979. A year later he starred alongside &lt;b&gt;Mork &amp;amp; Mindy&lt;/b&gt;'s &lt;b&gt;Pam Dawber&lt;/b&gt;, in a made-for-TV-movie called &lt;b&gt;The Girl, The Gold Watch &amp;amp; Everything&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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If you ask me, this movie was, well,&amp;nbsp;inappropriate&amp;nbsp;for children. I don't even know why my folks allowed me to watch it. I'm sure they had no idea I was in the den glued to the tube. Years later, the details are fuzzy, but the concept was&amp;nbsp;fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;
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Adorable Kirby (&lt;b&gt;Robert Hays)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;inherited a fancy gold stopwatch from his wealthy,&amp;nbsp;eccentric&amp;nbsp;uncle. This watch had the ability to stop time. So Kirby &amp;nbsp;would sort of freeze everyone around him, yet somehow he and his girl (Pam) weren't affected. Zaniness ensued, etc.Cool to a kid!&lt;/div&gt;
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The other day, my coworkers and I were at lunch. I told them about my blog and they insisted that I write something about &lt;b&gt;Multiples &lt;/b&gt;or&lt;b&gt; Units&lt;/b&gt;, the 1980s clothing line founded by Texas fashion designer &lt;b&gt;Sandra Garratt&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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I'll be honest, I vaguely really remember this cool mix and match concept of dressing. The photos of the comfy-looking fashions do look familiar, but for some reason, I missed the boat. Sandra's &lt;b&gt;Units&lt;/b&gt; came out in 1979 and her &lt;b&gt;Multiples &lt;/b&gt;line was launched in 1989.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Sandra Garratt&lt;/b&gt;'s story behind &lt;b&gt;Units &lt;/b&gt;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Multiples &lt;/b&gt;is an awesome rags-to-riches tale. A broke, single mom trying to make a living as a designer, Sandra used her last $38 (from an unemployment check!) to purchase some fabric. She fashioned a few simple cotton skirts, tops and pants, which were to be worn tied and layered. She called them &lt;b&gt;modulars &lt;/b&gt;and sold them in a small local boutique.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sandra's &lt;b&gt;modulars&lt;/b&gt; took off like wildfire and soon 600 shops opened in malls across the U.S. and women of all ages were smitten by the easy-to-wear &lt;b&gt;Units &lt;/b&gt;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Multiples&lt;/b&gt; styles. Ladies loved &lt;b&gt;Units &lt;/b&gt;for their comfort -- some say they loved how five pieces could be mixed, matched and layered to create a week's worth of styles.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Today, &lt;b&gt;Sandra Garratt&lt;/b&gt; is living in LA and still busy creating different looks for women, men and children with &lt;b&gt;MODBOX, SilvrLining&lt;/b&gt; and more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Did you own &lt;b&gt;Multiples&lt;/b&gt; or &lt;b&gt;Units&lt;/b&gt;? My coworkers admitted they &lt;i&gt;still &lt;/i&gt;have one or two of Sandra's simplistic, timeless pieces.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3962663674229618682-8426858077385667152?l=www.fourthgradenothing.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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In the mid 1980s, my crush and best friend,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.fourthgradenothing.com/2010/01/hilarious-diary-entries-1986-part-ii.html"&gt;Danny&lt;/a&gt; always wore &lt;b&gt;white Adidas Stan Smiths sneakers&lt;/b&gt;. These tennis shoes were called &lt;b&gt;Stan Smiths&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;after the famous 1960s / 1970s American tennis star. They were simple white leather &lt;b&gt;Adidas sneakers&lt;/b&gt;, only they were designed without the telltale &lt;b&gt;Adidas&lt;/b&gt; stripes. Instead, there were three row rows of small air vent type holes where the brand's lines usually appear.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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An image or sketch of the famous &lt;b&gt;Stan Smith tennis player&lt;/b&gt; appeared on the tongue in green. The detailing colors on the pair Danny owned, was a&amp;nbsp;Kelly&amp;nbsp;green. Though the sneakers also came in white with navy blue (maybe this was later on), the green and white were the most popular &lt;b&gt;Stan Smiths Adidas sneakers&lt;/b&gt;. I myself had a pair and thought I was the coolest, hippest kid on my Long Island block.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I first received the&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Kodak Disc 4000&amp;nbsp;camera&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;from Santa on Christmas Day of 1983. When you're a child, there's nothing like receiving your very first camera as a child.&amp;nbsp;I loved the&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Kodak Disc 4000 &lt;/b&gt;camera!&amp;nbsp;It was so stylish, slick and silver. The &lt;b&gt;Kodak Disc film &lt;/b&gt;was cool looking even though it was overpriced and only allowed you to take 15 photos at a time.&lt;/div&gt;
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It's so depressing how my very first favorite camera was made by a company that recently announced it will no longer create cameras. I'm sorry, I'm just not good with change. Sometimes I wish life was as simple as asking for, and receiving a &lt;b&gt;Kodak Disc 4000 &lt;/b&gt;camera.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Since Monday, I have wanted to blog about something, yet couldn't recall what they were called. I had the image in my head. They were&amp;nbsp;sturdy yellow plastic cups with green cord attached to them. &amp;nbsp;Back in the late 1970s, we'd walk on these plastic cups and hold onto the string while walking. Talk about a retro toy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I did some research on this simple vintage toy. Originally marketed by &lt;b&gt;Romper Room Toys&lt;/b&gt;, they were called &lt;b&gt;Romper Stompers&lt;/b&gt;. I found out that an original pair of these fetch $50 on eBay. As a child, I thought the idea was to make us kids feel taller. WRONG! They were for hand-eye coordination and for&amp;nbsp;exercise. What??? &lt;b&gt;Romper Stompers&lt;/b&gt;, from Hasbro can be purchased today and come in a variety of colors and style. Did you have a pair?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3962663674229618682-8671180612984504569?l=www.fourthgradenothing.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I've confessed my love for &lt;a href="http://www.fourthgradenothing.com/2010/06/bubble-yum-hubba-bubba-bubblicious.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hubba Bubba gum&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, but there was a &lt;b&gt;Hubba Bubba&lt;/b&gt; product I never did get to try,&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Hubba Bubba soda&lt;/b&gt;. Anyone remember this? I love soda. I love gum. How amazing this must have been. I would love to get my hands on just one can.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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As a young girl growing up in the 1980s, you had to own something from &lt;b&gt;Camp Beverly Hills&lt;/b&gt;. Unfortunately, as you know, I was a bit of a &lt;a href="http://www.fourthgradenothing.com/2009/12/not-so-tiny-dancer.html"&gt;chubster&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and their shirts were too small for me. However, I did own&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Camp Beverly Hills&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.fourthgradenothing.com/2010/10/eg-smiths-famous-1980s-slouch-socks.html"&gt;slouchy socks&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Back in the 80s, &lt;b&gt;Camp Beverly Hills&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;was everywhere. Even teen stars like &lt;a href="http://www.fourthgradenothing.com/2010/07/whats-in-my-trapper-keeper-drew.html"&gt;Drew Barrymore&lt;/a&gt; wore the brand! The cool California brand had been around since 1977, but became all the rage in the mid 1980s. Right now, there's an original &lt;b&gt;Camp Beverly Hills&lt;/b&gt; t-shirt on eBay going for $107. Wow!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Camp Beverly Hills&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;recently relaunched and came back from retirement. The stylish, fresh, young brand is satisfying the nostalgia crazed kids of today, for sure. Shirts, hoodies and more can be purchased from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.campbeverlyhills.com/"&gt;campbeverlyhills.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;or in upscale department stores.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Honestly, if I was a skinny girl, I just might order one of those cute t-shirts. &lt;b&gt;Camp Beverly Hills &lt;/b&gt;designers, if you happen to stumble upon this blog post, perhaps you could hook us plus sized gals up one day, ya know? :-)&lt;/div&gt;
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At around age nine, I discovered a TV show my fellow classmates knew nothing about. Every Saturday night, after my scheduled bedtime, I would tiptoe down to the den and watch &lt;b&gt;Saturday Night Live&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I first discovered the show at my friend &lt;a href="http://www.fourthgradenothing.com/2011/04/before-serena-there-was-dawn.html"&gt;Dawn&lt;/a&gt;'s house. Dawn lived with her dad and he didn't care what we did. I'd sleep at her house on Friday or Saturday nights. We'd build blanket forts and stay up late watching &lt;b&gt;Saturday Night Live&lt;/b&gt; every weekend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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For some reason, I thought the late &lt;b&gt;Gilda Radner&lt;/b&gt; was hysterical as &lt;b&gt;Roseanne Roseannadanna. &lt;/b&gt;Her crazy-haired&amp;nbsp;fictitious&amp;nbsp;character&amp;nbsp;was notoriously loud and obnoxious.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Roseanne Roseannadanna&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;would read hilarious "Dear Abby" style letters during SNL's Weekend Update skits.&amp;nbsp;I'm quite sure I was watching this in the 1980s. Maybe&amp;nbsp;NBC ran repeats of the late 1970 episodes. I can't recall. Feel free to enlighten me with a comment if you remember.&lt;/div&gt;
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Tonight I came up with a great idea for a unique Saturday night date with my husband. I told him I'd like us to build a blanket fort in the living room. We could snuggle up and watch a movie inside. We could pretend we're having a sleepover. Nestled in our cozy blanket fort, we could drink icy cold Cokes and feast on Doritos and Hostess like we did when we were 9. Back then diets didn't exist. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I asked if he remembered blanket forts. He did. I asked if he liked my idea, he replied, &lt;i&gt;"What the heck do I want to do that for? The tile floor will hurt my knees."&lt;/i&gt; I'm bummed he didn't like my idea. I even suggested that we lay a thick comforter on the floor. No go.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I miss blanket forts.&amp;nbsp;As a kid, I loved using sheets, blankets, comforters and pillows to create an amazing fortress. I'd drag my favorite dolls and books inside.&amp;nbsp;There was a time when I felt so safe under the roof of a homemade living room fort.&amp;nbsp;It was heaven. It was all mine. One day, I will revisit the blanket fort. I simply refuse to abandon the idea.&lt;/div&gt;
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However, there was a time when everyone loved these cool fold-up or folding sunglasses. They may have come in brown, but I only recall black. These cute&lt;b&gt; folding sunglasses &lt;/b&gt;came with a small leather or fake leather case.&lt;br /&gt;
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In 1985, I was touched by the movie,&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Mask&lt;/b&gt;. Based on a true story, &lt;b&gt;Mask &lt;/b&gt;focused around Rocky Dennis (&lt;b&gt;Eric Stoltz&lt;/b&gt;), a teen living with a rare skull deformity. His life was far from easy. His mom, Rusty (&lt;b&gt;Cher&lt;/b&gt;) was a wild biker babe who loved her son and only wanted the best for him.&lt;br /&gt;
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Rocky dealt with teasing, but used his humor and intelligence to win friends. Rocky was the best son in the world. He was a top scholar. He tutored kids at school. He helped break his mom from her drug habit. He wrote award-winning poetry. He worked at a summer camp for blind children. He was a great friend and amazing boyfriend to Diana (&lt;b&gt;Laura Dern&lt;/b&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;
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The movie takes a sad turn when Rocky suffers from extreme headaches one night and passes in his sleep. There was something about the movie &lt;b&gt;Mask&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;that most '80s kids will always remember. Maybe it was the shock of seeing a fellow teen suffering from such a freakish disease? Maybe it was the reality factor of knowing Mask was based upon a true story?&lt;br /&gt;
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Remember &lt;b&gt;Dynamints&lt;/b&gt; back in the late 1970s? They were sorta like &lt;b&gt;Tic Tacs&lt;/b&gt;, but were slightly larger in size and packaged in a horizontal-shaped plastic box. &lt;b&gt;Dynamints&lt;/b&gt; were available in minty flavors, but my personal favorite were the sweet,&amp;nbsp;fruity flavors such as orange and grape. I remember the red flavor having a hot kick to 'em.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ahhhh ... like the &lt;a href="http://www.fourthgradenothing.com/2011/05/bubble-burger-1970s-hamburger-gum.html"&gt;Burger Bubble&lt;/a&gt; hamburger gum, Dynamite is just another old school treat I wish I could taste just one more time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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What better way to lose weight in the 1970s and early 1980s than with chocolate, caramel or peanut butter flavored candies? &lt;b&gt;Ayds&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;was just that. Each tasty candy-like bite contained a special appetite suppressant to keep dieters from cheating.&lt;/div&gt;
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Enter the AIDs crisis. Admit it. When you hear the word "Ayds" (pronounced Aids), the immune disease is the first thing that comes to mind. This very thought helped sales drop 50 percent by 1988. Unfortunately, even changing the name to &lt;b&gt;Diet Ayds&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;didn't save this&amp;nbsp;gimmicky&amp;nbsp;diet product.&lt;/div&gt;
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How much did you love &lt;b&gt;Ice Castles&lt;/b&gt; in the early 1980s? The movie first opened in 1978, but I was too young to see it in theaters. I'm guessing I must have caught it on TV because I do remember it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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What little girl in the late '70s/early '80s didn't enjoy &lt;b&gt;Ice Castles&lt;/b&gt;? Everything about this movie was beautiful. The lead actors. The story line. The theme song, "Through The Eyes of Love" preformed by &lt;b&gt;Melissa Manchester&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;I remember "Through the Eyes of Love" was popular at dance recitals, weddings and couples skates in the early 1980s.&lt;br /&gt;
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Upon hearing the news of&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.fourthgradenothing.com/2010/06/whats-in-my-trapper-keeper-davy-jones.html" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Davy Jones&lt;/a&gt;'&amp;nbsp;death, I just have not been able to blog.&amp;nbsp;Yes, I&amp;nbsp;was brokenhearted when we lost &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fourthgradenothing.com/2010/03/i-remember-corey-haim.html"&gt;Corey Haim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, but Corey was different. He lived a high risk lifestyle. Davy was healthy. He wasn't known as a wild party guy. You never saw&lt;b&gt; Davy Jones&lt;/b&gt; on TMZ for boozing it up. You never saw &lt;b&gt;Davy Jones &lt;/b&gt;beating up his wife. What I saw was&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Davy Jones&lt;/b&gt; as a sweet memory of my youth.&lt;/div&gt;
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Growing up on Long Island in the 1980s, I was a huge &lt;b&gt;Monkees&lt;/b&gt; fan. My parents would drive me all over New York, New Jersey,&amp;nbsp;Pennsylvania&amp;nbsp;and Connecticut to attend &lt;b&gt;Monkees&lt;/b&gt; conventions and concerts. I had 100s of &lt;b&gt;Monkees&lt;/b&gt;-loving pen pals all over the world. I would meet up with them at concerts and conventions. I even attempted to plan a huge &lt;b&gt;Monkees&lt;/b&gt; get together picnic. That's a long story I won't get into right now...&lt;br /&gt;
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From the ages of 13 to about 15, I had a quarterly zine called &lt;b&gt;Hit Factory&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;This was &lt;a href="http://www.fourthgradenothing.com/2009/12/where-was-internet-when-i-was-12.html"&gt;before kids had computer graphics&amp;nbsp;programs&amp;nbsp;and scanners&lt;/a&gt;. Each issue featured awkwardly snipped and frayed black and white photos alongside Dot Matrix text. I dealt with the challenge of printing costs, ad rates (yes I had paid ads!), shipping costs and in the end I think I lost money on the deal. But I wasn't in it for the money. I loved writing about my favorite band!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.fourthgradenothing.com/2009/12/where-was-internet-when-i-was-12.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hit Factory&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;grew to become a family effort. Dad would drive me to the local Minute Man copy center in Franklin Square, New York to print out dozens of Xerox copies.&amp;nbsp;My little brother would help me collate the pages and staple.&amp;nbsp;Mom would take me to the Valley Stream Post Office to load up on rolls of stamps and mail the issues.&amp;nbsp;
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Having known firsthand what it's like to adore a teen idol,&amp;nbsp;I credit&lt;b&gt; The Monkees &lt;/b&gt;with inspiring me to pursue entertainment writing. I've since interviewed many teen bands and have published &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Ally-Azzarelli/e/B005FQLUBM/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1330700009&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;several&amp;nbsp;books&lt;/a&gt; on teen idols. Not only did I write different articles for my zine, but my very first article ever published was about &lt;b&gt;The Monkees&lt;/b&gt;. My very &lt;a href="http://www.fourthgradenothing.com/2010/08/i-interviewed-micky-dolenz-of-monkees.html"&gt;first celebrity interview was with &lt;b&gt;Micky Dolenz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Although &lt;b&gt;Davy&lt;/b&gt; wasn't my favorite &lt;b&gt;Monkee&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Davy Jones&lt;/b&gt; had such a beautiful voice. I loved his wit and his accent. He was the sweet &lt;b&gt;Monkee&lt;/b&gt;. He was high energy and I could see why the girls loved him best.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Silly_Putty"&gt;Silly Putty&lt;/a&gt; has a very extensive history. For me, however, &lt;b&gt;Silly Putty&lt;/b&gt; was a traditional gift my brother and I would receive in our Easter baskets or Christmas stockings. &lt;b&gt;Silly Putty&lt;/b&gt; -- still available in most toy stores or through Amazon -- was fun for about ten minutes, tops. My favorite thing to do with &lt;b&gt;Silly Putty,&lt;/b&gt; was to press a flattened putty on newsprint&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;gawk at&amp;nbsp;the print remaining&amp;nbsp;on the&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Silly Putty&lt;/b&gt;. Uh-duh? &lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, I know &lt;strong&gt;Silly Putty &lt;/strong&gt;has a place in our hearts and memories, but much like &lt;strong&gt;Slinky&lt;/strong&gt;, it was sort of a lame toy. You gotta admit that.&lt;/div&gt;
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In October, 1984 I was 12 and head-over-heels in love with &lt;a href="http://www.fourthgradenothing.com/search?q=ralph+macchio"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ralph Macchio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Back in June of that year I was smitten after &lt;a href="http://www.fourthgradenothing.com/2010/06/ralph-macchio-karate-kid-stars-in-wax.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karate Kid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. The first thing that comes to mind when I think of 1984 is &lt;strong&gt;Ralph Macchio&lt;/strong&gt;. Even my name was sort of borrowed from Elizabeth Shue’s character who sweetly tells Daniel her name is, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“Ali with an ‘i!’”&lt;/i&gt; I was, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“Ally with a ‘y.’”&lt;/i&gt; I told all of my new friends at &lt;a href="http://www.fourthgradenothing.com/2009/08/i-swear-there-were-boys-at-my-girl.html"&gt;Girl Scout&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;camp that summer. &lt;br /&gt;
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Once &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;Karate Kid&lt;/b&gt; was no longer in theaters, I kept my eyes glued to the teen magazines. I&amp;nbsp;anxiously awaited the 411 on Ralph’s next film. &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;Tiger Beat&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;16&lt;/b&gt; were all abuzz about &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;Teachers&lt;/b&gt;, a movie costarring &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;Nick Nolte &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;Judd Hirsch&lt;/b&gt;. Big deal, &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;Ralph Macchio&lt;/b&gt; was the only guy I cared about. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Teachers &lt;/strong&gt;centered around a rough and tough high school filled with delinquents. The trailer was peppered with shocking, explosive classroom scenes we suburban kids never actually witnessed in our own quiet, sleepy schools. Well, at least that’s how it was for me back then. My dad taught high school on Long Island and has some wild stories of&amp;nbsp; '70s and '80s gangs and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;
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The point of this blog is to share with you my childhood heartache. &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;Teachers &lt;/b&gt;was &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;RATED R&lt;/b&gt;. I wasn’t allowed to see any &lt;strong&gt;RATED R&lt;/strong&gt; films. I remember my mom (also a teacher) telling me, &lt;em&gt;"You aren't even close to the appropriate age for an R-Rated movie. It just wouldn't be right for a child to see&amp;nbsp;such adult content."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The tears and diary entries caused by this tragic event were unbelievably dramatic. My life was over. I was like a &lt;a href="http://www.fourthgradenothing.com/2011/07/i-wrote-justin-bieber-book.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;Justin Biebe&lt;/b&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; fan without a concert ticket. It was probably the most devastating travesty during the fall of 1984. Ralph, how could you do this to your young fans? That was the end of my crush. I believe I&amp;nbsp;was all about &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fourthgradenothing.com/2010/06/kirk-cameron-jason-bateman-golden.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Growing Pains’&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Kirk Cameron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;from then on. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;"Butterfly in the sky! I can go twice as high!" ... "Take a look! It's in a book! A reading rainbow!"&lt;/i&gt; We loved the song. We loved the graphics. We loved to read thanks to&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Reading Rainbow&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;b&gt; Reading Rainbow,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;hosted by the&amp;nbsp;lovable&amp;nbsp;LeVar Burton,&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;is an award-winning (26 Emmy Awards!) 30-minute PBS TV program. LeVar recently told &lt;a href="http://mashable.com/2012/02/06/levar-burton-reading-rainbow/"&gt;Mashable&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;that a &lt;b&gt;Reading Rainbow &lt;/b&gt;app and more is coming soon for today's readers.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reading Rainbow&lt;/b&gt; was introduced back in 1983 and&amp;nbsp;continued to enlighten and educate children through 2006. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Each episode focused on a different imaginative book and was narrated by&amp;nbsp;a noted celebrity.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Famous for its easy-to-remember theme song, &lt;b&gt;Chaka Khan &lt;/b&gt;sang the intro in later episodes.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reading Rainbow&lt;/b&gt; has won more than 200 awards.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;On March 19, 2010, &lt;a href="https://twitter.com/#!/levarburton"&gt;LeVar Burton tweeted&lt;/a&gt; that a&lt;b&gt; Reading Rainbow&lt;/b&gt; 2.0 is in the works.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;playground in the late 1970s.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Growing up on suburban Long Island, there was nothing more exciting than a McDonald's birthday party. It was basically a rite of passage. My brother and I both had one when we turned six. I remember the choice of cheeseburger or plain hamburger with fries. They did not have nuggets back then. &lt;br /&gt;
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I &lt;strong&gt;LOVED &lt;/strong&gt;the phenomenally delicious chocolate cake with white icing. If I close my eyes, I can still see Ronald McDonald’s smiling clown face staring back at me. His gloved hand wrapped tightly around perky colorful balloons. I remember making a wish that Ben would fall in love with me that year. Instead he tore up my birthday invitation. Oh well. I was a weird kid even back then. Who has crushes in first grade? Me of course.&lt;br /&gt;
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I remember my classmates happy faces and fun gifts. Best of all, I remember running through the McDonald’s playground on my sugar high. Today the playground is indoors and made almost entirely of plastic. Back in the 1970s and ‘80s, the McDonald’s playground was outside of the restaurant. Oversized McDonald’s characters such as Grimace and Mayor McCheese in the form of slides, monkey bars and more created a fun place for kids to play. Such simplicity ... Such joy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyone remember having a birthday party at McDonald’s or playing in their hometown’s old school retro McDonald’s playground?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Old school, vintage McDonald's &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Playground items.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Friday Night Videos on NBC.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Back in the early 1980s, cable TV was a luxury to most kids. For teens without &lt;strong&gt;MTV,&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;NBC's late night music video show,&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Friday Night Videos&lt;/strong&gt;, was the next best thing.&amp;nbsp;With celebrity hosts ranging from &lt;strong&gt;Hulk Hogan&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;strong&gt;Pee Wee Herman&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;Sean Lennon&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Yoko Ono&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Friday Night Videos &lt;/strong&gt;aired the latest and greatest music videos.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Friday Night Videos &lt;/strong&gt;was a staple&amp;nbsp;for most American teens&amp;nbsp;throughout the '80s. The first thing that comes to mind for me are sweet memories of sleepovers with&amp;nbsp;friends. We'd set our hair in those &lt;a href="http://www.fourthgradenothing.com/2010/08/no-heat-bendable-hair-rollers.html"&gt;long colorful rollers&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;wash down&amp;nbsp;Doritos with &lt;a href="http://www.fourthgradenothing.com/2011/06/new-coke-in-1985.html"&gt;New Coke&lt;/a&gt; and of course, tune in to the hottest videos from &lt;a href="http://www.fourthgradenothing.com/2010/05/weekend-retro-rewind-van-halen-hot-for.html"&gt;Van Halen&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.fourthgradenothing.com/2010/05/retro-weekend-rewind-tears-for-fears.html"&gt;Tears for Fears&lt;/a&gt;, Madonna, &lt;a href="http://www.fourthgradenothing.com/2010/04/weekend-retro-rewind-featuring-billy.html"&gt;Billy Joel&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and more. &lt;br /&gt;
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Don't remember &lt;strong&gt;Friday Night Videos&lt;/strong&gt;? Here's a sample from 1986&amp;nbsp;featuring one of my personal favorite teen '80s stars, &lt;a href="http://www.fourthgradenothing.com/2010/01/postcards-from-jason-justin-bateman.html"&gt;Jason Bateman and his sister Justine Bateman&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;
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