On a bleak January day, the alarming and unmistakable sound of glass breaking halted all activity in the main lobby area of Forest Hills Elementary School. Before our eyes could show us what had happened, our noses gave us all the information we needed to know: a bottle of Debbie Gibson for Revlon’s “Electric Youth” perfume had fallen from the hands of a careless sixth-grader onto the flecked gray-and-black tile floor. The sweet, citrus-y scent, intoxicating though it was, could not soothe the deep sense of loss each female student felt during such a travesty. And once we could bear to look, and see that cheerful pink coil bouncing and flailing forlornly in the air, each of us knew that no amount of babysitting money or increase in allowance could ever truly make up for the loss experienced by Cara C. that day.
In fact, only one thing could lift the spirits of anyone who experienced so great a material loss, and that is to watch Debbie Gibson’s “Electric Youth” and be energized by both her performance and the lyrics. The future only belongs to the future itself, after all.