Thanks to a group on facebook called “You know you grew up in the 90s when…” , I started to become a little nostalgic over it all. I remember things like Tamagotchi’s, and how I actually brought it to school in my backpack just to check on it at recess and lunch and make sure my little, virtual, alien friend had not yet perished. I even had a kitty one.
I remember I Spy books, and how they could amuse me and my schoolmates for days on end, and how I always got a little distraught when someone found the object in the picture before I did. I remember Robert Munsch books. Especially Murmel Murmel Murmel and The Paper Bag Princess. I remember how his books had the ability to make me tear up.
I remember getting up on Saturday mornings to watch cartoons when there were still decent cartoons on the air. Some favorites: Animaniacs, Pinky & the Brain, I Am Weasel/I.R. Baboon, Sailor Moon, Cow and Chicken and LOTS more.
The theme song Where In The World Is Carmen San Diego got stuck in my head. I can sing, word for word the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air theme song. At school I would play Oregon Trail, Lemmings, and Cross-Country Canada and have the time of my life. Super Mario was, still is, and will always be the best video game ever made. That and Donkey Kong (all for Super Nintendo).
The Spice Girls will live on in my memory for life. I remember my friends fighting over who would be Baby Spice; I was always Sporty.
I remember when Red Rover got banned from our school. As did Pokemon cards. I remember crying when my sister got a Holographic Charizard card and I didn’t. I’m embarrassed of that to say the least. Remember A-Speza or however you spell it? The little clapping hand games we used to play. Guys did it too!
And I remember when the scooter came out. Everyone wanted them, seemed like everyone HAD them but me. Glad I didn’t get one. It woulda been in the garage after 3 weeks.
Lastly, Furbies. That’s one thing I’m glad the 21st century DOES NOT significantly have anymore hahaha.
So there you have it. My little blast from the past. How I miss the 90’s! When getting chased by boys meant you literally got chased by the boy, when recess still reigned supreme, when you wrote in pencil not pen, when looks didn’t matter and drugs didn’t exist. I miss that innocence.