Wait, what? Rugrats!
Man this is cray, I saw your mustachio hat pic the other day and didn’t twig the 90’s connection. At first I thought it was Barney, but he was purple and fat and clearly a molester.
Anyways, I was watching the 2nd series of ‘Stranger Things’ last night and it was getting me all nostalgic about the epicness of childhood friendships and how it was like Rugrats.
My best friend in primary (elementary) school was Sam and I always saw him as Tommy from the Rugrats with me being Chuckie. That was our relationship, he was the cool, confident and cheeky one who made me really come out of my shell in order to keep up.
I used to love going around to his house because his family was pretty different to mine to say the least!. He lived with his mum and two older sisters in a big ol’ house that was sparsely decorated inside,no carpets or anything. We pretty much had free reign to do whatever we liked.
His mum sometimes picked him up from school on a Honda Fireblade sports bike. I remember once getting the chance to sit on it in their garage and she learnt over and turned on the ignition. I nearly shat myself from the noise of the engine, It nearly blew my ears off!
His mum was a character, I thought she was awesome because she didn’t seem to impose any rules and was completely unpredictable and eccentric. As a family they even had their own ‘language’ that they would speak to each other in, especially when sitting down to have dinner, I was completely bewildered by it but found it funny. I was like man, this is the coolest family ever! There was never a dull moment. I guess it helped that she was an alcoholic and completely drunk most of the time.
I just thought she was the ‘cool’ mum.
We used to spend a lot of time watching her VHS collection, including the likes of Reservoir Dogs. To be fair that was the one time she was a bit pissed off. I guess that even she knew it wasn’t appropriate for 7-8 year olds. Although we were still allowed to watch the Terminator movies.
They owned an ex police dog too, a big Alsatian called Beau. It was great fun playing hide and seek with him, he would always track your scent and find you. Sometimes we would take him for walks on the common, just me and Sam being pulled along on the leash by this big beast.
Other memories include playing with air rifles, setting fire to toys in the basement and trying to create monsters like Sid out of Toy Story, hiding behind the hedge and shooting cars with a catapult, whacking tennis balls over the road with baseball bats and of course going ‘dolly knocking’ around the local neighborhood. We were complete terrors basically, but for two young boys it felt like complete freedom.
Anyways the point is that whilst I had no idea what your hat represented at first, my subconscious was clearly whirring away in the background and connected the dots leading me back to The Rugrats and my own Tommy and Chuckie friendship.