Some things from my childhood are sacred.
And should not be messed with.
Like the memory of my pegged jeans and Guess slouch socks.
New Kids on the Block.
And Sweet Valley High. How I loved those books. I always tossed a few of those in my ultra-cool bright pink Benetton bag.
So, when I heard there was a new Sweet Valley book coming out, where twins Jessica and Elizabeth were all grown-up, I was so excited. Sweet Valley Confidential, oh yes, how I wanted to read it.
I bought it for my Kindle on Sunday afternoon and curled up on the couch to read it. Oh, scandal, scandal, scandal.
But, wait. Like why is like the word “like” used in like every other sentence? And the Sweet Valley girls saying the F-bomb? No, no, no.
It wasn’t like this.
Even leaving out the f-words, which I guess is how the book is for “grown-ups” now, the stories weren’t this bad, were they?
I’m afraid to go back and read any of the old Sweet Valley High books, for fear it would burst my fuzzy memories bubble.
Is there anything from your childhood that you’ve had experience with as an adult where it just doesn’t seem the same any more?