{"id":2108,"date":"2008-02-09T03:33:00","date_gmt":"2008-02-09T03:33:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/?p=2108"},"modified":"2018-11-20T05:28:24","modified_gmt":"2018-11-20T05:28:24","slug":"trip-through-wayback-machine","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/?p=2108","title":{"rendered":"A Trip Through the Wayback Machine"},"content":{"rendered":"

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These days the media are all about reality TV, and true-life tales of terror, and racy confessions. Well, here’s some true-life terror from the teen years. Every so often I find it useful to look over old writings and yearbooks, or brainstorm about what I remember from high school. It’s a good exercise for mining those true-life details that make fiction come alive, and it’s fun…albeit rather cringe-worthy. For instance, take the poem snippet up there to the right. I wrote it at the tender age of 14. And there’s more where that came from. It’s a veritable morass of angst, gloom, and unending pathos, punctuated by the occasional faerie or dragon.<\/p>\n

So, instead of dwelling on the truly horrible poetry I wrote, I’ve decided to take a look back at some more…environmental details, if you will. Today’s Wayback Machine is taking me back to…my room. Specifically, what I had on my walls circa the early 1990s. Please note that not all of this was up at the same time. But lots of it was.<\/p>\n