When I was a six year old girl... (or an Ode to the Early Nineties)

 
When I was a six year old girl, I would wake up to the smell of my grandmother's homemade baking powder biscuits. 

When I was a six year old girl, I was obsessed with this dress that my favorite Barbie doll wore. It was a long sleeved mini-dress with a psychedelic neon print. I dreamed about one day being able to wear a dress just like it while driving a pink convertible in the California sun.




When I was a six year old girl, I spent hours gazing through the pages of mother's copies of Vogue. I would make up all sorts of stories to go with each photo. Every model, every frame, had a story to tell. I was particularly fond of Linda Evangelista at the time. Maybe, it was because my hairdresser once told me that I looked like her.


When I was a six year old girl, my favorite TV show was Beverly Hills 90210. I thought that Brandon was cute, and that Kelly had the best hair. My mother used to let me stay up late in her bed to watch the show with her. It was our special girl time. Then, on Saturday mornings, she would try to copy Kelly's hairstyles on me. 

When I was a six year old girl, my favorite restaurant was McDonald's. It wasn't taboo then, and I loved collecting the toys from the Happy meals.

When I was a six year old girl, I loved to dance. I lived in large suburban house with a picket white fence and winding staircase that gave way to a grand hall with black and white tiling. Those stairs and that hall were my stage. Every night, I would blast my favorite tunes, and put on a show. I would dance my little heart out to such hits as Marky Mark's Good Vibrations, Madonna's Vogue, and later, the Dance Mix '94 compilation. I was quite the performer!

I remember those days with cheap nostalgia, only to realize that these things still make me smile today.