The Inner Child diaries: A collection of fond remembrances.
The inner Child collection: Part 1 I lost my retainer in a Sizzler when I was 11! It was glitter gold. The 80's and 90's were the gilded age of the all-you-can-eat dining experience. A fresh plate with every pass, one could open with croutons and bacon bit's with olives, followed by spaghetti , blue jello and ribs, topped off with fro yo and gobs of rainbow sprinkles. My best friend Rachel and I could think of no better way to spend a Friday evening than chumming around at our local Sizzler sampling exotic breads and dressings. Trough dinning followed by a trip to Blockbuster to rent Dumb and Dumber (again) was the height of luxury for a couple of 11 year olds. Only this particular Friday night, when I got home I realized that my retainer was gone. It was my third in two years. My Dad made me fully aware of it's cost, loaded me up in the Volvo and took me straight back to the Sizzler. Rachel and I asked the manager if any of his employees had found it. He said
