Tell me all about 10-year-old you

I think I was probably v weird and precocious and I really loved The X-Files and Super Nintendo

on my tenth birthday i remember getting this:
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i spent most of the year reading it in detail

I was in fifth grade, and I feel that very little of my taste was formed, or at least it was dormant -- I collected baseball cards, I liked whatever pop/hip-hop everyone was listening to, which I remember including Boyz II Men/ABC/BBD, maybe Young MC (or was that fourth grade?). However, I did develop my first crush, on a "tomboyish" girl (who was the daughter of a somewhat well-known leftist filmmaker that my parents had heard of), which definitely prefigured my later taste in women. I think I may have been reading Lloyd Alexander books and John R. Tunis baseball books at that time -- I had been a very precocious reader but I was starting to develop an awkward embarrassment around being smart and a desperate desire to be more normal and popular, and I wasn't reading voraciously anymore. I won second place in a school-wide math competition, beat out by a legit math genius who is now a rising star academic. I was bad at sports but I had started to make an effort to improve my baseball skills, going to batting cages and such, and developed within the next year or two into a serviceable player and decent hitter, even playing first base at times on my relatively non-competitive little league team.

I developed a brief, semi-poseurish obsession with Michael Jordan. I bought air jordans, a bulls hat, and an MJ t-shirt and at least once wore them all together to school.

A mere year later I was already getting into Living Colour and Led Zeppelin and starting to move in kind of a different direction. And also, you know, getting fur in places where I didn't have fur before.

it's 1994/95. I live with my mum, dad, and 12 year old older brother in a 3 bedroom terraced house in a former mining village in lanarkshire scotland, now a commuter suburb of Glasgow. im tall for my age, and extremely skinny.

i play football with my friends Fat Cha', Docser, and Watson in the park next to my house a lot. i have a Super Nintendo that i play a lot, i also like to read, i can remember reading kidnapped by Robert Louis Stevenson.

i like pop music on the radio, especially dance music. i own cds by oasis, bon jovi and the beastie boys, my brother listens to rage against the machine every day, and while i enjoy them too, I am not a super fan.

We drive to Italy on holiday. It takes about two days driving to get from environs of Glasgow to Genoa. One of my great-grandfathers was Genoese, feels strange to have a connection to such an exotic place. The 1994 World Cup in the U.S. is taking place while we're in Italy, I love the World Cup, collect stickers, have a book where I update all the games' scores with a little pencil. When Italy win the semi-final we're staying in an apartment in Rome and the city goes crazy with people out partying and beeping their horns. When Italy lose the final Rome is like a ghost-town, we go out for a walk through empty streets.

Another night in Rome I am eating gelato on a park bench when I see a road traffic accident. A man on a motorcycle collides with a younger man on a moped at a T junction, the man on the motorcycle bounces off the tarmac and skids on his leather pants, but gets up and is ok. The younger man on the moped goes flying into a tree and appears to break his neck and die. By coincidence a group of his friends are walking down the street as this happens, they are the most distressed people I've ever seen. The next day there is a wreath at the foot of the tree.

i saw a boomer-soothing school play about hardworking preppies vs hedonistic dropouts called "bobbysox and yellow jackets" (originally "ducktails and bobbysox", presumably changed to avoid disappointing '90s kids to the point of riot) in which my 14-y/o babysitter, megan, already interesting in ways i couldn't account for, was a yellow jacket, that is a sarcastic greaser. (in my probably doctored memory she was one of the ones who kept her integrity, still unreformed at curtain. others were brought round by a fictional rock star with the same name as 50 cent.) on the car ride home i didn't even know what had happened to me. all crushes since have been shadows.

You all are great at remembering.

"I'm not sure in which house I'm living in atm, its a somewhat fuzzy time to recall"

In ur face

It just came back to me that I used to actually tape the top 10 countdown on whatever the pop station was, and also that I bought a Ralph Tresvant cassingle, possibly the first and one of the few cassingles I ever bought. I briefly tried to push a proto-challops line about Ralph Tresvant being underrated, although I don't even think I knew the word underrated.

my grandfather passed when i was ten so i remember that yr as sort of the beginning of the end of childhood

/maximumbummer

I was in the 5th grade and my teacher, Mrs G, was a stern and imposing woman. My best friend Amy lived behind me and I spent most of my time with her and her siblings. As an only child, I think being around a large family fascinated me. They drank milk with dinner which I thought was wild. For Halloween that year my mom made Amy and I matching witch costumes and threw the best Halloween party. We transformed our garage into a haunted scene and my dad got some dry ice for a cauldron that we pretended to stir. There was a note on the garage door to knock three times. When the kids did that my dad would open the garage door and put out the sticks with monster hands to try to pull the kids in. That party was one of the few good memories I'd have for the next couple years. My parents rented a ski house that year and it was a blast. Amy and her siblings would come up with us almost every weekend and we'd ski all day and then my dad would make big meals that we'd eat while we hung out around the fireplace. That spring her dad got a job in California and at the end of the school year they moved. I cried for weeks.