90’s Nostalgia

It’s funny, as of late I’ve noticed everyone is obsessed with posting things about the 90s. Born in 1994 a 90’s kid myself it is all very nostalgic. It was an era of technological advance, crazy hair and appalling fashion sense. I still remember walking around in a velvet green top, orange shorts with costume jewellery to match and a Minnie Mouse viser, the height of fashion…not.

We all remember the time in which we grew up and I happened to be born in the 1990s, but the posts as of late are all about how you weren’t a true 90s kid if… you don’t remember dial up internet, or telephones with cords. It’s all a bit ridiculous. Then I thought about the people who are behind these posts, and it became clear to me why there are so many. We are the generation who first had internet in our homes and a family computer. We grew up and grew into new technology, so of course we will be the ones dominating the internet and posting statuses, pictures and message after message about things we remember.

It’s a part of culture now to be technologically aware  and without knowing how to use Facebook or follow people on Twitter we are all at a bit of a loss. In my opinion it’s a bit sad. Call me an old soul but what happened to good old fashioned letter writing and calling someone up on the land line to have a good chat? I know people will reply with “writing letters kills trees” and “I save a lot of money on stamps”, or “why not write an email” and “texting is quicker why do I need to call them”. Whatever happened to communication. It’s all so impersonal and one sided, we might as well walk around talking to ourselves.

I’m not saying I don’t use Facebook, have a Twitter account, or use Instagram, I have all of these and I realise this is hypercritical. However no matter how much I hate talking on the phone and communicate through text and email it’s all just to keep in the now. That is the heart of the problem, keeping up to date means selling your soul to the technological world, and in doing so we have created a generation or illiterate, outdoor-a-phobes who can’t communicate.

My childhood consisted of playing in the mud and collecting spiders in a bucket nowadays childhood is about who wore what best and what one celebrity tweeted and then shared on Instagram. It is crazy!

Here is what I remember from childhood and it makes me wonder what children today will remember about the next decade:

You can sing the rap to “The Fresh Prince Of Bel Air”

You took plastic cartoon lunch boxes to school

You danced to “Wannabe” by the Spice Girls,

You played and/or collected “Pogs”

You remember when the new Beanie Babies were always sold out.

You used to wear those stick on earrings, not only on your ears, but at the corners of your eyes.

You know the Macarena by heart.

“Talk to the hand” … enough said

You thought Brain would finally take over the world

You remember when everyone went slinky crazy.

You remember when razor scooters were cool.

Before the MySpace frenzy…

Before the Internet & text messaging…

Before Sidekicks & iPods…

Before PlayStation2 or X-BOX…

When light up trainers were cool.

when you rented tapes, not DVDs.

When we recorded stuff on VCRs


Hula Hoops.

Crying when Mufasa died in the Lion King.

Happy Meals where you chose a Barbie or a Hot Wheels car.

Getting the privilege to sit in the front seat of the car.

Hey Arnold.


Are You Afraid of the Dark?

Magic School Bus.

Pinky and the Brain


When Christmas was the most exciting time of year.

When you begged to go to McDonalds for dinner everyday.

Decisions were made by going ‘eeny-meeny-miney-moe’.

Being old referred to anyone over 20.

Tape recorders


So if your a 90’s kid list a few things you remember.


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