Rereading My Childhood by Amy A. Cowan

Amy A. Cowan is rediscovering the books of her childhood and writing about them on the way: The Baby-Sitters Club, Goosebumps, and Fear Street.

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Rereading My Childhood - The Podcast

The Baby-Sitters Club by Ann M. Martin

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#21: Mallory and the Trouble With Twins2021/06/192021/07/192021/08/19 
#20: Kristy and the Walking Disaster2021/06/012021/07/012021/08/01 
#19: Claudia and the Bad Joke2021/05/202021/06/202021/07/20 
#18: Stacey's MistakeMedium2021/06/022021/07/02 
#17: Mary Anne's Bad Luck MysteryMediumWattpad2021/06/21 
#16: Jessi's Secret LanguageMediumWattpadWordPress 
#15: Little Miss Stoneybrook . . . And DawnMediumWattpadWordPress 
Super Special #1: Baby-Sitters on Board!MediumWattpadWordPress 
#14: Hello, MalloryMediumWattpadWordPress 
#13: Good-bye Stacey, Good-byeMediumWattpadWordPress 
#12: Claudia and the New GirlMediumWattpadWordPress 
#11: Kristy and the SnobsMediumWattpadWordPress 
#10: Logan Likes Mary Anne!MediumWattpadWordPress 
The Baby-Sitters Club NotebookMediumWattpadWordPress 
#9: The Ghost at Dawn's HouseMediumWattpadWordPress 
#8: Boy-Crazy StaceyMediumWattpadWordPress 
#7: Claudia and Mean JanineMediumWattpadWordPress 
#6: Kristy's Big DayMediumWattpadWordPress 
#5: Dawn and the Impossible ThreeMediumWattpadWordPress 
#4: Mary Anne Saves the DayMediumWattpadWordPress 
#3: The Truth About StaceyMediumWattpadWordPress 
#2: Claudia and the Phantom Phone CallsMediumWattpadWordPress 
#1: Kristy's Great IdeaMediumWattpadWordPress 


Goosebumps by R. L. Stine

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The Haunted MaskHalloween Special2021/10/24On All Platforms
A Shocker on Shock Street2021/06/102021/07/102021/08/10
Egg Monsters From MarsMedium2021/06/112021/07/11
Ghost BeachMediumWattpadWordPress
The Scarecrow Walks at MidnightMediumWattpadWordPress
Legend of the Lost LegendMediumWattpadWordPress
Night of the Living DummyMediumWattpadWordPress
Stay Out of the Basement!MediumWattpadWordPress
The Curse of the Mummy's TombMediumWattpadWordPress
Monster BloodMediumWattpadWordPress

Fear Street by R. L. Stine

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Sagas #3: Forbidden Secrets2021/06/282021/07/282021/08/28
Sagas #2: House of Whispers2021/05/292021/06/292021/07/29
The Mind ReaderMediumWattpad2021/06/30
Halloween PartyMediumWattpadWordPress
The New GirlMediumWattpadWordPress
Broken HeartsMediumWattpadWordPress
Sagas #1: A New FearMediumWattpadWordPress
Who Killed the Homecoming Queen?MediumWattpadWordPress
Bad DreamsMediumWattpadWordPress

In 2015, my father passed away. My mother couldn’t pay all the bills without assistance, so my partner and I moved in with her. It was a good situation for everyone involved – my mother received help and the new arrangement alleviated our bills. At the same time, Jon’s job situation stabilized due to the new, optimistic Obama economy (we were so happy before the Orange Menace).

For the first time in years, we had disposable income. I was also spending time with my mother browsing thrift stores, a hobby I forgot I enjoyed. At a Savers, I found a stack of my missed childhood – The Baby-Sitters Club by Ann M. Martin. The rush of memories from those years I spent with Kristy, Claudia, Stacy, Jessi, Mallory, Dawn, Abby, and, my favorite, Mary Anne grabbed me. Along with my newfound disposable income, I couldn’t resist. I purchased the whole stack. I had done what any adult does when they have extra money – I bought back my childhood – or more accurately, I bought the childhood I wished I had.

I didn’t own every The Baby-Sitters Club book, but I had a significant collection. I was a part of the fan club. I played that CD-ROM game every day. I begged for a new book each month. I kept a The Baby-Sitters Club diary. I even wrote a letter to Ann M. Martin and received a bookmark and a form letter in return. It was my prized possession.

Unfortunately, there came a time when I wanted to eschew every remnant of my childhood in an attempt to mature. I gave away my collection of The Baby-Sitters Club memorabilia to a friend. I donated my Goosebumps books and I started reading Fear Street.

Now, fifteen odd years later, I scour used bookstores and thrift stores looking for The Baby-Sitters Club, Goosebumps, and Fear Street books.

Now, why do I want to review something I once loved? Why do I want to tear apart the series and authors who made up my childhood and shaped who I am today?

Simple. Exercise and nostalgia.

I want to exercise my writing skills. I want to create a portfolio with work I can be proud of and the only way to do that is to write.

And as for nostalgia – it’s something I don’t revere. Nostalgia is looking back with a skewed sense. It ignores the problems and we end up pining for a time that will never return and wasn’t that great in the first place. I’ve read a few of the early The Baby-Sitters Club books and, frankly, some of them are sub-par. It’s important for me to see that. I believe people need to be reminded that the past wasn’t always perfect.

But there is also a lot of good to be lauded and re-appreciated. The babysitters are surprisingly mature for their ages. In The Baby-Sitters Club #6: Kristy’s Big Day, the BSC start a summer day camp that is surprisingly efficient and organized. They also solve problems in thoughtful ways.

I look forward to rediscovering the crying, laughter, fear, unexpected wisdom as well as the problems in the books that shaped my childhood – The Baby-Sitters Club by Ann M. Martin, and Fear Street and Goosebumps by R. L. Stine. I’m excited to share my childhood with everyone.