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So here's a quick recap of my life so far:
I was born.
It was boring.
Still boring.
Then—BOOM—NES drops. Suddenly I'm mainlining sugar in every meal, taping songs off the radio, watching Saturday morning cartoons like it's my religion, and wearing slap bracelets that could double as medieval weapons. Life is good.
Fast forward a bit—I'm rollerblading around the neighborhood with a Walkman strapped to my hip and a backpack full of Fruit Roll-Ups. My biggest problem is running out of AA batteries mid-Pokemon battle. My room is wallpapered with Goosebumps covers and I'm pretty sure the Home Alone kid is the most relatable figure of my generation.
Then the timeline starts glitching.
Back pain.
Knees make clicking sounds when I stand up.
I say things like "Oh, I remember that" when I see an old commercial.
I have a favorite burner on the stove.
And I own a tiny person who calls me "Dad" and somehow thinks I know what I'm doing.
And that's how we got here.
But through all of that, one thing's for sure: the 90s? The 90s were the peak.
These 32 snapshots? Pure, sugar-coated, nostalgia-fueled magic.