So, the name Miss Kitty from WWE popped into my head the other day. Weird, right? Haven’t thought about her, or that whole wrestling scene, in ages. It was probably triggered when I was rummaging through some old boxes up in the attic, looking for some unrelated papers.
Man, that takes me back. Late 90s, early 2000s. The Attitude Era, they called it. Used to watch it religiously with my buddies back then. Glued to the TV every week. Miss Kitty, Chyna, The Rock, Stone Cold… it was wild stuff compared to nowadays.
Trying to Find Old Stuff
Anyway, seeing some old junk reminded me of the wrestling figures I used to have. Tons of them. I vaguely remembered having one of Miss Kitty, or maybe it was Debra? It’s all a bit fuzzy now. So, driven by this sudden nostalgia, I actually spent a good hour or two digging through those dusty boxes properly this time.
I started pulling things out. Found a bunch of old video games for consoles I don’t even own anymore, some comics wrapped in plastic, even an ancient Walkman that probably doesn’t work. But wrestling figures? Not a single one. Kind of disappointing, you know? I really thought I still had at least a few stashed away somewhere up there.
- Checked the garage next. More boxes, mostly full of old tools and car parts my dad left behind. No wrestling gold there.
- Then looked through some old photo albums later that evening, hoping maybe I’d spot the figures in the background of a childhood picture. Found some embarrassing haircuts, but no luck on the figures.
It got me thinking, though. About how obsessed we were with collecting things back then. Action figures, trading cards, Pogs, you name it. We’d save up our allowance week after week, spend hours comparing them, trading with friends at school. It felt so important at the time.
Where did it all go? That’s the big question. Probably got thrown out during one of the house moves, or maybe my mom sold them at a garage sale years ago and I just blocked it out. Who knows. It’s funny how things that felt like absolute treasures just vanish over time.
It wasn’t really about finding that specific Miss Kitty figure in the end, I guess. It was more about that little unexpected trip down memory lane. Remembering just hanging out with my friends, the buzz around watching the shows live, arguing about who was the best. Simpler times, maybe. Anyway, that was my little adventure sparked by a random wrestling memory. Still no figures, though! Just dust and old memories.
