I am a self-professed nerd. I blame (or should I say credit?) my parents, whose family vacation plans alternated visits to educational destinations such as Colonial Williamsburg, Gettysburg, and Washington, DC (No cruises to Aruba or trips to ski resorts for us, thanks. One spring break, my dad took my two brothers and me to a coal mine.) I devoured stacks of books from our town library each week—after completing my homework, of course. My school’s honors program generated plenty of extracurricular activities to keep our buzzing teenage minds occupied.
Brian Sutton-Smith Library and Archives of Play at The Strong
The beloved sock monkey is easily recognizable, cute, silly, and soft, but where did it originate?
“I’m running away to Australia!” This tearful statement greeted me as I entered my son’s room. He pointed to his duffel bag, packed with everything a seven-year-old boy needs to survive the wilds of the outback: his WWE wrestling figures and his well-worn Don’t Know Much About Space book. Clearly, John Cena and Pluto are higher priorities than clean underwear.
The 1980s produced some totally radical slang terms. If prompted, almost anyone in Generations X or Y can spout off their own concoction of half-surfer dude, half-valley girl lingo. (No duh! That’s gnarly!
It's time to play the music It's time to light the lights It's time to meet the Muppets on the Muppet Show tonight
It's time to put on makeup It's time to dress up right It's time to raise the curtain on the Muppet Show tonight
Why do we always come here? I guess we'll never know It's like a kind of torture To have to watch the show