Non-fiction

Van Halen was making a comeback when I was in junior high. That summer I borrowed my dad's old (ancient) record player and checked out the new album from the library. It rocked (and probably still does.) But that wasn't the best part about it. The best part was the fact that I was retro (before the term was in existence) and was trying out my beginnings of adolescent independence. It was even slightly "rebellious." That same summer, my brother and I took a trip to Europe by ourselves. It was awesome. We went to Germany and visited my grandmother and step-grandfather. I was staying up at night (due to jetlag) listening to Eric Clapton (best of) and feeling really cool about my newfound rock icon. What a great time. The same summer, we flew to Oklahoma, met up with my mom, and from there went to Hawaii. Sweet huh? We hit Maui first, met up with my dad, went to Oahu, went to Kuai, and finished on the Big Island. Faith No More and the Sundays were on cable in the hotels, and I felt pretty bad sporting my Eric Clapton t-shirt that I had bought at my first concert ever. Also, they had Dick Tracy stuff for sale in the McDonalds (Batman posers!)