A few weeks ago when I was at my mum's house, she asked if I could take the couple of boxes of crap I had stored there home with me, you know, to my own home. She was happy to put them up in her loft to be honest, but really I'd rather have my belongings and sort/bin/keep them so at least I know where/what they are.
I won't go into great detail, but I wasn't a teenager who went to university and left most of my stuff back at a home base. There wasn't a home base to call mine. Instead I took the few things I really didn't need to take to uni with me to my mum's house (I grew up living with my dad), and EVERYTHING else came with me.
Digression aside, the point is, that in the last couple of weeks I've come back into possession of a humongous bag of photos, the video camera above, and a further random selection including my record player, my GCSE textiles project, my ski gear - that I definitely no longer fit in - and a selection of fun stuff from far flung places.
I was the teenager who loved those disposable cameras, and there were definite phases of my teenage life that involved ALWAYS having one with me. I skimmed through over a thousand photos the other night I'm sure.
It filled me with great memories from being an eight year old having epic sleepovers, and playing out in my village. Through to teenage life filled with striving hard in school, and having a great gang of friends, all of us dabbling in a lot of underage drinking.
So the photos didn't make me cringe too much - it's just bizarre to look at my self, half my age and more. My ten y o self with a crazy frizzy bob following having a long perm chopped out - yes I had a childhood perm, don't ask! The teenage me with an atrocious 1cm fringe following asking my friend to cut it for me! Pictures of me on my 18th birthday out in Blackpool dressed up as a slutty French Maid... that one was a bit of an eyesore!
Anyway, pictures aside, the other relic/treasure I found in these boxes was the video-camera pictured above. I had this as a Christmas gift from my mum, and working on the dates on the first tapes, it must have been from Christmas 2000. At the time I think I wanted to be a journalist; that was obviously before I remembered I'm much more maths based and went down the engineering route for my degree instead.
I think as I've never been very techy this gift was sadly underused, I don't think I ever got to grips with how to really use it, then view the footage. I certainly never worked out how to edit the tapes... there are for this reason I think, only four tapes. That's certainly all there are left in existence now anyway.
I had never forgotten about this being there, but admittedly I had totally forgotten what had been recorded. Does anyway else seem to have total chunks of life they know they enjoyed but seem to have vanished from memory?
The video-camera is not functioning now after years in storage, but with it plugged in I managed to rewind and fast forward through the tapes it uses, and see in black and white what's on there...
And, oooooosssshhhh, even the silent video that I zoomed through had me cringing!
I know that I'm proud of myself as an adult, and I know my teenage self kicked arse in school and always had a part time job, so is the rest of it OK! Was I an OK person at the time?
Should we embarrassed of our teenage selves? Or should we just let the teenage naivety and silliness, and need to show off, go?
Those feelings aside, the intrigue of the contents (even if it slightly strickens me with horror) have won over, and after a quick Google yesterday morning, I found a service that allows me to send the tapes to them and get them back in a digital form! So I have sent off the four tapes and now I will await the return process... I've already told Gemma I will be watching these, with headphones, in a darkened room, alone!