Child of the 80s

A brown cardboard box

“memories” it faded says.

Tapes of Legends of the Hidden temple

My easy bake oven

A Hanson CD.

I can almost see bronze monkey statue

Smell the bite sized cake

Hear the teeny bopper music that I’ve long since despised.

Like an archeologist looking on mysteries of the past,

Floods of times before come over me

Sweeping over me like the tamagotchi faze.