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It was the spring of 1985 and all I wanted was a Swatch watch. There wasn’t a specific one that I wanted; I just really wanted a Swatch. I had spent most of \u201884 ogling the bold plastic watches that I would see some of my lucky friend’s wear. In the mall we would walk past the glass display box in the department store on the way to the Naturalizer store for my mom\u2019s beige work pumps. The loud colorful watches were screaming, \u201cLook at me!\u201d I always did. There were so many to choose from, too many. After what felt like years of asking and pleading for a Swatch, my mom finally agreed, but on one condition. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIf you clean up the yard, I’ll take you to pick out a Swatch.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

Well, it was springtime in Texas, so the yard was full of weeds. My job was to pull the weeds. That did not sound so bad, I mean, the reward would be a rad new Swatch! The job was a lot harder than I thought it would be, but I did it. I begged her to drive to the mall the very next day so I could collect my prize. It would be so cool to walk into school on Monday morning, wearing my brand-new Swatch.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Well, I woke up the next morning with itchy welts all over my arms, in between my fingers, on my neck, and my face. I not only managed to clear the weeds from the yard, but all the poison ivy as well. It stuck to my sweaty, pale, freckled skin, like Fun Dip after you lick the Fun Dip stick, but this was not fun. I was miserable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After a couple of weeks of itching like crazy and dreaming of Swatches, my mom finally drove me to the mall to pick out my very first Swatch. This time I was itching with excitement and anticipation. I had spent almost two years dreaming of the perfect one. I had worked so hard to clean the yard and even endured the pain of poison ivy. The case of beautiful bright watches was right in front of me. My mom\u2019s credit card, at the ready. It was finally time. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

There was just one problem\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I could not decide which one I wanted. I was paralyzed by too many choices. I tried many of them on, and I liked them all. The questions and second thoughts started coming at me all at once.<\/p>\n\n\n\n