Double Dare was one of my favorite TV shows in circa 1985-86.
I’m sorry if you were so cool back then that you have no idea what I’m talking about.
It came on right before You Can’t Do That On Television, a show that I had evidently suppressed into the recesses of my subconscious until this moment…because I couldn’t remember the name of it. So I googled “Nickelodeon TV show, slime, 1986”.
Then I proceeded to spend 5 (or maybe 25) minutes on the YCDTOTV.com website, reminiscing and basically catching up with fourth grade. It was a good experience for me, because seeing Christine’s hair from a distance of years, made me realize mine wasn’t that bad after all.
Double Dare was an obstacle course show. (And I bet you a million dollars that ABC’s Wipeout was probably created by Gen X’ers like me, who were also in love with Double Dare.)
I was 8-10 years old during that gameshow’s era; and I’m pretty sure I loved it because it was a race. A challenge. A literal “I dare you” kind of thing. With a prize at the end for the winner.
There was no doubt in my 9 year old mind that [if I were ever on the show], my teammate and I would master all the physical challenges, and go on to conquer the obstacle course at the end.
I was daring.
Not afraid of any kind of challenge.
Fast forward 28 years.
Am I still daring? Am I brave enough to face a thing head-on, knowing that I’m going to be a winner in the end? (Mind you, I may not win a fancy scholarship to Space Camp.) (But truthfully, I never wanted that one anyway…even as a 4th grader.)
Lots of life has happened in the gap between 9 and 37. Stories and experiences and moments and events that shaped holes of insecurity in that 9 year old’s daring persona.
There are some days I’m all like, “Yes! Bring it like a Double Dare Challenge!”
And then there are days I prefer to crawl back under the covers so that no one can see how terrified I really am.
But you know something? I’ve decided that living in fear and insecurity is for the birds. Because really. Who cares?! Who is so highfalutin-important that they have a right to dictate who I am?
Is there really someone out there who can take away my birthday or something? Will I really run scared from trying something new because I’m afraid of what they will think?
Who the heck is they anyway?? I would really like to meet them, so I can tell them to take a hike.
Because today, I’m going back to that double-dare-loving, thrill-seeking, confidence of my 9 year old self. And I’m pretty sure she would give me a high five.
Are you living bravely today? If not…I dare you to…
This post was written for Five Minute Friday, which is a group of writers who meet each week to free write for five minutes on one word.
Today’s word was: DARE.
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