Every generation had its fads and ours were undoubtedly the best. I’m a 90’s kid. We had Atari’s and Nintendo’s. I spent the summers with skipping ropes, hula-hoops and two tennis balls and we played bulldogs charge, tip the can and kerbs until the street lights came on. I lived in the generations of Pogs, Tamagotchi’s, Polly Pockets and The Spice Girls.
I never understood my mother’s love for Elvis, so how can I expect my kid to accept mine love for all thing 90’s.
- Kids these days have interactive whiteboards, laptops and iPads in school for ‘educational’ purposes. She will never get the excitement of the telly being wheeled into the classroom.
- We spent the autumn months searching for conkers. The bigger, the better! To defeat our opponents in the ultimate playground game. Black eyes EVERYWHERE!
- The Spice Girls. The look of disgust when I start belting out the words to Wannabe in the car. Even at five, I mortify the hell out of my child.
- Platforms. I had the deadliest pair ever. I remember getting the 77 into Meath Street like it was yesterday. I went all Scary Spice in the shop because they didn’t have my size and my mam settled with buying me a pair two sizes too big. I still have them and I never grew into them either.
- Remember Pogs? Most of us didn’t know what to actually do with them but the more you had the cooler you were.
- Kids nowadays will never have to listen to the radio all day long to record their favourite songs for a ringtone or on a cassette tape.
- She will never understand that heart breaking noise of dial up internet.
- Tamagotchi’s. She will never have the responsibility of looking after her own digital pet.
- And finally, she will never understand why every 90’s kid was left devastated every Christmas morning when Mr Frosty never made an appearance.