Reflections of the third decade, part X

It’s time for another decade contrast! This time, I thought I’d compare 1981 to 2011. I think a lot has changed since then... or has it??

Me at 5: I don’t remember this event, but I have a cool snapshot of me wearing khaki bellbottoms.
Me at 35: I like my khaki pants or my corduroy pants even more than I like blue jeans.

Me at 5: My family used to put me on stage at church, make sure I had a mic in my hand, and make me sing for everybody.
Me at 35: I would really like to try out for the worship team at church.

Me at 5: I used to listen to my mom’s Oliver record.
Me at 35: I bought The Best of Oliver on cd a couple of years ago.

Me at 5: I would watch cool TV shows like The Great Space Coaster and The Kid Super Power Hour with Shazam!
Me at 35: I recently finished working at a job where I would watch cool and not-so-cool TV shows.

Me at 5: I watched the world premiere of Gimme a Break! on my parents’ TV.
Me at 35: Hmm. It might be time once again to whip out my Gimme a Break! Season One DVD set to enjoy while I’m washing dishes. (“There ain’t no Julio here!” Wait. That wasn’t from Season One. Who cares? Such a delightful TV quote!)

Me at 5: After being disappointed and somewhat traumatized by my hostile, scratching white male kitten named Puff who ran away from home, I welcomed a new puppy named Wendy into my life. (I have a somewhat nice memory of marching around the garage and singing while holding onto Puff. He abandoned me and our family. I wonder if this had anything to do with all those years I spent hating cats??)
Me at 35: I’m thoroughly enjoying my fuzzy white/black/gray mixed Siamese girl cat who is crouching beside me while I type this. (My favorite form of exercise is marching around my living room and dancing (usually to disco) while holding onto my orange boy cat. He’s such a good dance partner! He usually lets me lead.)

Me at 5: I didn’t know God yet. I depended on my parents for everything.
Me at 35: I know God. I depend on Him for everything.

Me at 5: I walked around the house telling stories while my family took dictation.
Me at 35: I sit around and type up blog posts so the world can read my stream-of-consciousness.