God remember the smell of those Avon perfume pins? The little face or belly would pop open and you could apply the waxy perfume any time you wanted! I wore one in my late grade school years. To be able to flip that pin open and smell it whenever I needed a good inhale was amazing. It was so covert, so secret, so semi-grownup to have cosmetics at my fingertips. And if this pin didn't draw the crowd at recess I knew someone had smuggled in a jumbo Dr. Pepper Lip Smacker to steal my thunder. Or was flaunting a big 12 inch plastic comb with their name spelled out in paint pen letters along the handle.
Once I entered Jr. High I was on to the hard stuff, Love's Baby Soft. I actually never cared for the scent. But it was the deemed THE acceptable scent for the preteen girl so I was allowed to wear it. On the last day of Junior High I accidentally broke a full bottle of it in my homeroom classroom. No one was in the room but me so I grabbed my denim purse and ran like hell. My parting gift to Puffer Hefty Junior High.
Puffer Hefty was a very small school. It went from Kindergarten to eighth grade and our graduating class was about 40 people. These same 40 people had seen me in my underwear as I mindlessly wandered out of the locker room before gym. Causing all the boys to say "Nananana-na-na" (The stripper theme song according to 10 year old boys in the 70's). I knew who crapped his pants till the 3rd grade (Robby) and there was a comfort in knowing each other's worst moments. When I thought about entering a high school with a freshman class of more than 100 new people I was terrified. Some wise 9th grader convinced me that freshman were beaten up by burnouts if they dared to use the bathroom. You know the "burnouts", so named because they smoked cigarettes in the girl's bathroom and burned their black eyeliner before applying it inside their lower eyelids.
My first day of high school I was overwhelmed by the seemingly never ending hallways. Each bathroom that I passed by seemed more and more ominous. Surely THIS one must be where they are all hanging out smoking on the radiator. They would be merciless if I entered! I'd be singed with black Artmatic (or perhaps Wet & Wild) eyeliner! Needless to say I totally wet my fake Sassoon jeans (Lemon Fizz brand by Kmart) running home from the bus stop.
Once home, I laid down on my bed and sniffed my Avon teddy bear pin. Comforted as I realized that the next day I would wear my fingerless lace gloves to school. A sure fire popularity power play. Ah yes. Sniff. I felt so much better.