I can get a little nostalgic writing memoir—you might say it’s the nature of the beast—but there’s probably no place or time I get more soppy about than growing up in Niagara Falls. Niagara Falls was where I spent most of my elementary school years; it was where I learned to swim in the pool at the Cyanamid plant; it was where I broke my arm when I was ten; it was where my period came for the first time in the girls room at Princess Elizabeth Middle School and Niagara Falls was where I cried serious tears when we moved away when I was fourteen. But before that, Niagara Falls was where I had my first boyfriend, a boy named Randy Tuck. I was eleven and it was the same year the Name Game song came out. Remember?
The name game!
Shirley, Shirley bo Birley Banana fanna fo Firley
Fee fy mo Mirley, Shirley!
Tuck, Tuck bo Buck, Banana fanna fo Fuck
Fee fy mo Muck, Tuck!Randy blushed, hating the taunt. We knew it was cheating but still, wasn’t it the most hilarious thing ever?
Randy. Randy, bo Bandy. Banana fanna fo Fandy
Fee fy mo Mandy, Randy!
The Name of the Game is Nostalgia. The letter is N.
Originally published April 16, 2015 for the #AtoZChallenge
NOTE: I quite often change names to protect the innocent from embarrassing memories but in this case, Randy’s real last name is the entire point. Sorry Randy, wherever you are.