A rainbow sherbet and Sprite float. Whenever I drink one, I think about my childhood. During a certain period of my life, I got frequent sore throats, and this is what my mother would make me. Sugary, citrusy, bubbly goodness.

Yes. That’s right. I had Silverhawk pajamas. And unlike my Superman PJs with the cape you had to detach before bed (by order of my parents), the wings were permanently attached. I’m in the basement with my sister who is four years younger than I. Now, she’s married and living in Florida.

What child growing up in the 80s and early-90s didn’t have or want a PowerWheels? This was mine — my mother bought it at a garage sale for cheap, and my grandfather fixed it up. It was kinda crappy, but I loved it.

Every Friday for a several weeks, I hope to bring you pictures from my childhood. I am in the process of digitizing the family photo albums, and share some memories. Here I am, probably around age 6, with a play-doh hamburger. Of course, no waiter role-playing is complete without striped apron and bowtie.