Dear Jordan, Jonathan, Joey, Donnie, and Danny:
You were my first real rebellion that I can remember.
It was second grade and my class was in the cafeteria eating lunch. Johnny Somethingorother was talking about his favorite singer and asked me if I liked her too.
"Um...I'm not allowed to listen to Paula Abdul," I responded, embarrassed.
He was shocked. "What about New Kids on the Block??"
I shrugged my shoulders.
I didn't even know who you were.
But then, my elementary school BFF, Jenny, introduced me to you at her house. I really don't remember my parents saying outright, "You're not allowed to listen to New Kids on the Block," but I knew for sure they wouldn't approve of your music.
But I was hooked.
