Over the weekend, I reunited with my childhood first love – the Spice Girls. Our love rekindled during their reunion concert held at the Prudential Center in Newark, New Jersey. Although it has been almost 11 years since I last idolized them, waves of nostalgia hit me as I entered the arena, filled with thousands of screaming girls, most of college age. There was this strange connection among all of us. We were from that era of girl power. During the concert, I felt like I was 12 again. Despite not having “revised” any of the songs beforehand, I was able to belt out every single word to all their songs. When “Wannabe,” “Say You’ll Be There” and “2 Become 1” came on, it was déjà vu. . I was essentially re-living 6th grade again. A time when boys were still annoying, the Backstreet Boys were still hot and Bill was still president. I was only jolted back to reality toward the end of the show when I got tired of standing and had to sit. 11 years on and I definitely lack the energy of a 12-year-old girl. Before I left Spice World, I spent an obscene amount of money on Spice Girls merchandise, but I figured it was a small price to pay for a trip down memory lane.