In retrospect I don’t think we were old enough to be watching MTV’s Spring Break, but my sister and I tuned in religiously. The chokehold it had made us careless and irresponsible. Being a few months old, my mother allowed us to take our baby brother out of his crib. Some time later she came into the room looking for him, we told her we didn’t know where he was. Last we checked he was on the bed with us. She starts FLIPPING OUT. Frantically searching for him, as she should. We didn’t even help her, unable to stop watching whatever was on. Teenagers and young adults close to alcohol poisoning having the time of their lives.
This is when we lived on 72nd Street on the Upper East Side, the patio was the largest part of our apartment. There we tended to our tomatoes. The patio looked down into the hot tub of the mansion next door, which was encased in glass. Hysterical, my mother went to see if we’d thrown him over. Killing him. Having no idea where he’d be at that point. Out of nowhere I heard a noise near the crib, which was pushed up against the bed. I moved it back and there he was. Just laying on the floor, hands wrapped in those baby gloves to prevent him from scratching his face. He’d rolled off the bed, so silent we didn’t notice.
MTV’s Spring Break had us captivated to the point of negligence. We didn’t get in trouble, our mother too relieved we didn’t commit infanticide. Crazy. I wanted to be there so bad, then at the appropriate age found the entire thing sleazy. A time was had when watching though. Via: Complex & Top.Music.Songs