Nostalgia anybody?

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I'm really nostalgic, too - I love watching the cartoons/shows I used to watch when I was a little kid (The New Adventures of Winnie the Pooh, Dragontales, Children's Circle, among others) and going back to the places I used to go to with my dad...in the neighborhood we lived in when I was ages birth-to-eight, there was this small forested area at the end of the block that was a sort of gateway to this campus that a Presbyterian Church was located on. My dad and I spent a lot of time there and called it "The Hundred Acre Wood." There was no logic in that at all (it was a very small area) but I guess it made me think of a place you'd find in one of the Classic Pooh books/movies.

I also loved to have my grandmother read to me...she'd read me Raggedy Ann stories and these other books called The Great Big Elephant and The Very Small Elephant and Gregory the Terrible Eater. I recently found those books in my parents' garage and I still look at them once in awhile.

Even hearing music and songs from when I was a kid gets me nostalgic...my mom used to play this Dawn Upshaw album called I Wish It So, that I'd always listen to. She still plays it on the stereo now and then, and I have the song I Wish It So (one of my favorite songs on the album) on my MP3 player.

I also still have most of the stuffed animals I had when I was a baby/toddler, too.

My childhood prior to my parents' divorce was great, thoough....even though what followed after left a lot to be desired, there isn't a thing I would change about my early childhood (birth to age 5).

I spend literally hours, every day, thinking back to my 1980's youth. I can't help it and I don't want to stop anyway.

People give me stick about it, but I don't care, I loved the 80's.

I always will.

The people, the music, the technology, the tv programmes, the fashions ( not all of 'em ), the sportsmen, the Group B rally cars, my pets at that time.

Bliss.

I am oddly nostalgic about my childhood obsessions. Almost like I more freely indulged in them and so my memories of them are filled with a sense of calm.

My dad just mentioned this to me yesterday, about how amazing it is how I can remember things, even as far back as two years old. I live in a near-constant world of nostalgia, mostly with my grandparents (RIP). Despite all my problems growing up, I could always go to their places and feel safe.

Certain types of nostalgia can be a very positive thing for me, other types can be extremely negative. My nostalgia is usually triggered by meeting someone from my past or coming across something (like an old report card etc.) that triggers back the memory. I tend to relive the experience.

Lately I've been having a lot of 2002 nostalgia, I was 12 then and despite bullying and other issues I felt at that time I was exactly where I was supposed to be in life. At that age I was my true self and going towards a certain course in life that would have been more positive than my current situation. It was also the last time I was genuinely happy too.

A year later when I was 13 (in mid 2003) something happened that I believe completely changed the course of my life. It set off a chain of events in the years to follow that completely ruined my life and caused me to develop severe emotional problems.

I have large pools of nostalgia, but usually not for my lifetime (granted, I'm still a teenager). I like looking at old pictures-it's like entering into another world, one where everyone you see is different and yet oddly familiar. The black-and-white or pastel colours of them also comfort me, somehow.
Furthermore, I enjoy looking at old advertisements and paper ephemera. There's just something very comforting about the idealized past-"false nostalgia".
As for my own lifetime? I like reviewing memories of when I was very small, sitting in my sun-filled den in the mornings and watching cartoons on HBO, PBS, Noggin, and Nick Jr. This comforted me.

I find the modern world confusing and am very nostalgic for the period before I was even born, in particular the 1970s. I love looking at the fashions, decor and other trappings of the era and wish it would all come back again (it's beginning to). It just seems like a simpler time.

I sometimes think about what it would be like if I was the age I am now during my childhood. I play older Nintendo games, and I still use Windows XP as my main operating system. I told my parents I wanted a Nintendo 64 for Christmas, so I guess that makes me pretty nostalgic.

I stay in the present moment, since that is all there is.

I've been struck by a different kind of nostalgia early on this year. The yearning to go back to a time when everybody in my family got along and some differences were accepted. I was allowed to like a different culture from everybody else. I've also developed a type of nostalgia for the 40s. I still feel nostalgic when I listen to The Kinks, but not in the same way that I did before. They remind me of my life now, instead of transporting me to Carnaby Street.

No, I'm glad to be done with being a child. Revisiting places I visited as a child does nothing but bring back negative flashbacks of things that happened to me there.

Me and my brother often venture back to the days of yesteryear. It's one thing we seem to really connect with.