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Growing up in the 70s
Growing up in the 70s







I never received a Nerf ® ball, though I thought they looked like a lot of fun.

growing up in the 70s

Probably caused some foot trauma to my family when the little sharp light bulbs got lost in the carpet. By eminent domain, it became a dedicated Barbie neighborhood. I didn’t keep mine.😭 Image from Adobe Stock.īarbie ® - I cornered that market.

growing up in the 70s

How much are Barbie dolls from the 1970’s worth? I don’t want to know. It’s the old school version of what “Wicked” did to “The Wizard of Oz.” I loved the irony of turning an old fairytale on its head. Outside of culture, I loved an imaginative story. That was the era of the Cold War, and only evil lived in Russia. Tucked into Rocky and Bullwinkle’s ® adventures were Boris and Natasha’s Russian team, the Russian no-goodniks. I apologize to our neighbors to the north that we thought of them riding horses backward and naming a dog, “dog” and a horse, “horse.” Pretty creative there, Dudley. Then there was the ever so proper Canadian, Dudley Do-Right ®.

growing up in the 70s

A forerunner to a few decades later when male aggression would take front and center stage in the media. Pepe Le Pew ® was a fun french accent to mimic, and entirely oblivious to his unattractiveness. I learned a lot about international cultures. With my bowl of chocolate mush, I watched Wiley Coyote ® get nailed by a variety of Acme building materials as Roadrunner ® “beep beeped.” Growing up in Arizona, I’d never seen random anvils falling from cliffs, nor was any roadrunner larger than a coyote. Much like what I sat in front of, seated on olive-green sculptured carpet to watch 1970s kids TV. An old vintage television set from the ’70s, complete with a wood-paneled wall.









Growing up in the 70s