Don't be jealous of my Giant Rainbow Unicorn Heart

During my fruitless efforts to locate my old camp picture, I stumbled upon my old sticker books.

 

 

When I was a kid, stickers were all the rage.  Girls were passionate about their stickers (maybe there were some boys who were passionate about stickers, aside from the kind you put on your skateboard, but I never met one). And I’m not talking, hey there’s a sticker and I’ll wear it on my shirt how fun, it was more like, if you even think about stealing my fuzzy lion sticker, don’t lie I see it in your eyes, I will cut you.  I could spend hours organizing my stickers and designing my pages.  It was the perfect way for my parents to get me to accompany them on long boring shopping trips, well either the promise of stickers or the promise of candy worked equally well.

There were various categories of stickers...

There were puffy stickers

 

 

There were fuzzy stickers

 

 

There were stickers with your name on them, though they weren't the best because they were hard to trade unless someone happened to have the same name as you

 

 

There were stickers with your favorite cartoon characters

 

 

There were the always popular glittery stickers

 

 

And my absolute favorite, the scratch-n-sniff

 

 

If you had a giant sticker that took up most of a page no matter what the sticker was of, you were pretty much the coolest. If it was of a giant rainbow unicorn heart, well I'm sorry I'm so awesome, don't be jealous.

 

 

The very best days were the ones when your friends would come over and bring their stickers and you would spend hours bartering and trading.  You would say things like,

   “The iridescent butterfly with the liquid stuff inside that moves when you touch it? Oh, that’s worth at least two sheets of scratch-n- sniff and one sheet of fuzzy unicorns." 

Maybe the kids these days have fun spending time trading virtual stickers, but my heart does feel a little sad that most kids now will never know the pleasures of a newly opened pack of scratch-n- sniffs or know the joys of trading a page of Garfield for a page of glittery butterflies.  They were fun times, fun times indeed.

 

Two notes: 1) This is my 100th Blog post.  Yay me!  2) It always miffed me that the Garbage Pail Kid Sara Slime spelled her name without the h.