Nostalgia anybody?

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Anything from 90s Nickelodeon gets my nostalgia going. Lately, I've been reliving my childhood thanks to The 90s Are All That on TeenNick.

I miss my childhood!

I never realized how good my childhood was.

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That was the best kart racing game EVAR!!111!!

And don't even get me started on the late 90's / early 2000's Nickelodeon cartoons...

If I could go back to my childhood I would start watching Buffy from the day it came out on March 10, 1997 when I was only 8 years old, even though I would've been scared to death, considering I was scared of my own shadow! But I would've gotten use to it! I loved my childhood! I had a great one! Wish I could go back!

I think the biggest thing that I miss about being a child was my pure, unfiltered imagination and the ease at which I was entertained. I was enamored with most of the cartoons, both Western and anime, that aired in the 90s and the early 00s- particularly what was shown on Cartoon Network/Toonami. My imagination was a lot bigger back then and I was a lot less picky about the kinds of characters I'd adopt as imaginary friends. I also wasn't ashamed to talk to my imaginary friends out loud, no matter where I was or who I was with. Everything just felt so new and exciting and almost magical.

If I could change anything about my childhood, I would make it so that some of the cartoons and anime that are available today that I think are kind of interesting - such as Adventure Time, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, and the Pixar movie Brave, as well as Blue Exorcist and Madoka Magica - could've been available when I was a child (or teenager in the case of anime) so that I could've appreciated them more. Because I have to face it - I just can't appreciate animation as an adult in quite the same way that I did when I was younger. I mean yeah, I can see where its appeal lies, but it doesn't have that same "magical" quality to it that it used to. Same with video games.

Gosh I wish I were a kid again.

What good is an aspie if they don't live on Memory Lane? Some of my old haunts are bittersweet to revisit and some, though not many, have changed for the better. I'm fortunate to lay my fingers on a piece of the past almost every day, having people seek me out and pay me for it to boot. Out of the very little TV I catch, the show American Restoration is a hit with me, those guys must have incredible fun bringing the past back to life.

Have always been completely obsessed with nostalgia, and specifically anything from the 80s or from around the time I was a child (late 80s-the 90s).

I love viewing commercials and old media from back then as it seems to evoke a lot of my old memories. The synth-heavy electronic music and vibrant/neon chunky graphics were a lot more surreal...they were stuff that you could truly get lost in. I love artists/bands who want to revive the sounds from that era, such as Electric Youth and Com Truise.

Bagpuss, the Clangers and Ivor the engine and the joy of watching them as a small child.

The first time I saw a steam train, the sound, the smell...

Good memories let's see.
The days of riding around on my bike with a crazy big boombox in the basket without a helmet.
The awesome hours spent playing my first Atari (Missle command,Asteroids,Space invaders)
Watching Battlestar Galactica and Doctor Who played through my custom stereo system. (My own version of early surround sound).
Going to the beach in our 1967 Impala 327 convertible ( I miss that car!)
Rocking out to Led Zeppelin while running through the sprinkler.
Being able to walk down main st early in the am looking for loose change and gather between $10-$20 for fun money.
For an 8yr old in the 70's that was good money!
Roller rinks
Big arcades with 50-100 video games that cost only 1 quarter playing songs like Space Cowboy(Jonzun Crew)

• Playing cricket in the middle of the road because cars only came down about twice a week
• ‘Jubblies’: frozen orange juice in pyramid-shaped packaging, and the Jubbly man coming down the street selling them from a big basket on his bike
• Getting every one of my spellings right and being allowed to ring the bell for playtime as a reward
• Listening to Test Match Special (my earliest memory – my Dad used to tuck the transistor radio into my pram as he pushed me round the countryside on his days off)
• Feeling as if I was flying when coming down our steep road on an air-raid bend* in the snow
• That smell 1960s coaches always had, the very first moment of a day-trip to the seaside
• My Mum picking grit out of my palms and knees after I’d come off my bike (frequent occurrence – no sense of balance), and the smell of the TCP she’d dab on afterwards
• Roaming over post-war bomb-sites and the wobbly feeling in my ankles when walking over broken bricks
• Exploring terraced houses ready for demolition with ‘El Off’ painted on the doors, and the damp, dusty smell of them
• Being sent to the Co-op to fetch something and my Mum checking over and over that I could remember our divvy number (I still haven’t forgotten, Mum – 030090)
• Seeing ladies in pinnies on all fours in the street, bottoms swaying rhythmically from side to side as they brightened up the white lines on their front steps with donkey stones
• The taste of rose-hip syrup and home made dandelion & burdock
• On baking hot days, getting into trouble for coming home covered in tar from where it had melted on the road, and having my legs rubbed with butter to get it off
• Scrumping apples from the garden of a big house not far from where we lived, and running like the wind as soon as we heard the couple’s dog bark
• The smell of carbolic after my Mum had scrubbed our kitchen floor
• Going into red phone boxes and pressing the B button to see if anyone had forgotten their change (no-one ever had). The smell of old-fashioned phone boxes before people started using them as toilets
• Being bathed in a tin bath in front of the roaring fire, and getting corned-beef legs from toasting one side of me for too long
• Going down the street knocking on doors and asking for glass bottles to take back to the shop for the 1d deposit you got back


I could go on…and on…and on! I love reminiscing, and I can remember tastes and feelings and smells just as acutely as if they were real.


*A section of the roof of a corrugated iron Anderson shelter, turned upside down, the ridges soaped, and then used as a sledge (accommodated about 6 kids, could achieve highly hazardous speeds on a good hill, and had no steering whatsoever)

Another obsessive nostalgic here. One of my special interests is traveling to places that are nowadays the way my city used to be in my childhood.

I'm overly nostalgic as well.

I'd like to visit my childhood home and the places I used to go, but it's now become so violent that I believe they recently had the highest murder rate in Alabama and one of the highest in the nation. (West End, in Birmingham) I actually believe I would be safe because I always was when I was there, even though it was getting bad before we moved when I was 19, but I'm probably very, very wrong about that. It's all drugs and gangs now, worse even than Northside.

I do remember some nice times though. We had a big fenced in back yard and my grandmother loved to somewhat garden. Nothing formal for her, but she had climbing roses and other flowering climbers all over the fence on four sides. There was one of those big old oak trees with the complicated roots above ground that I used to play house in. I'd divide up the sections into rooms and take my Barbies there. I had a tire swing on it, and I also had a swingset that I liked better.

The grocery store up the block was one of the old ones before they had the automatic doors. They got high tech in the late 70's and got a pinball machine. I remember the game room/arcade on Bessemer Road that we used to go to as teenagers, and when I was dating my ex husband we would sometimes go to the Food World that was 24 hours and play Donkey Kong all night.

The fairgrounds were about a mile away and we had the fair there every spring and fall. I could hear the music and noise of the races from my room at night, in bed, and if I was up when they closed down I'd get up and watch the big fireworks show from my window.

Lots of stuff. Good times. Thanks for starting this thread.

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