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I came to this earth in the wonderful year of 1991.

If you ask my husband, someone with my horrid memory should not be able to claim the ‘90s as their childhood.

As if! I do anyway.

[media-credit id=45 align=”alignleft” width=”150″][/media-credit]The ‘90s were filled with archaic technology and wicked awesome TV time. The characters on all of our favorite shows raised many of us, affected all of us and helped us form a forever bond with one another — just mention “Boy Meets World” and all of a sudden every ‘90s child, male or female, has hours of conversation to share with the nearest ear that would listen.

Timeless Television

“Full House.” “Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.” “Family Matters.” “Boy Meets World.” “Step by Step.”

These shows defined us, taught us and inspired us to race home every Friday after school — we wouldn’t want to miss the newest episode.

TGIF was must-see TV.

It was an age of boys who hoped to one day marry Topanga, thought they could be gangsta by copying Will Smith and tried to act as smooth as Jesse Katsopolis.

It was an age of girls who one day hoped to be Topanga, laughed at boys who acted like Will Smith and hoped to catch the eye of a guy as smooth as Jesse Katsopolis.

But it wasn’t just the sitcoms that pulled us inside.

Cartoons lit up our television screens every Saturday morning.

The Mighty Morphin Power Rangers taught us it was OK for the black ranger to be black and the yellow ranger Asian.

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles inspired us to eat pizza and live in sewers. April will forever be a cool girl in a yellow jumpsuit.

Fashion Passion

The ‘90s saw us wear some horrendous things. Butterfly clips and choker necklaces filled the dresser drawers of every elementary and middle school girl alive.

Oversized clothes swallowed undersized people (a nice change of pace from oversive people squeezing into undersized clothes.)

MC Hammer — a ‘90s fashion icon — convinced us all of the coolness of wearing hammer pants. Who wouldn’t want yards of fabric, tied at the ankles, blowing in the wind on their way to class?

They were the tightest things in the loosest way.

Speaking of tight, none of the girls could resist their stirrup pants, worn over baggy sweaters, the strap for the foot just made common sense — you wouldn’t want to deal with holes in the toes of your stockings.

Every fashionable girl knew no stirrup pant was complete without her trust jean jumper.

You could never compete with Alicia Silverstone if you didn’t have that — and a fair bit of bling.

Music Maniacs

If you were a girl and you didn’t swoon for one of the members of N*SYNC or the Backstreet Boys you were not a child of the 90s.

You might be the exception if you found your musical soul mate in the music of 98 Degrees and the eyes of Nick Lachey.

These boys caused girls to cry, mobs to form and countless lockers to be decorated with heart-shaped pictuers of a girl’s favorite leading man.

Now, we can’t forget the fly girls of the ‘90s. The Spice Girls and B*Witched stole the stage with their poppy lyrics and dope dance moves.

Scary, Baby, Ginger, Posh and Sporty got us all to believe we understood just how to zig-a-zig-ah.

But we can’t forget the inspiring lyrics of Vanilla Ice.

“Alright stop, collaborate and listen, Ice is back with my brand new invention.“ And it was Rap.

Allie McCoy is the opinion editor for The Daily Universe. This viewpoint represents her opinion and not necessarily that of The Daily Universe, BYU, its administration or The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.


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