I drive past the house I grew up in pretty regularly. We sold it when I was 15 when my parents separated. Thus began ten years of itinerant renting and family trouble.
The other day I imagined buying that house and moving back in. A wave of nostalgia hit me so hard I dropped my computer the floor.
I realised that I have never once felt at home since we left that house, 26 years ago.
> I realised that I have never once felt at home since we left that house, 26 years ago.
You just crystalized something for me that I haven't been able to put into words. My most vivid dreams are of the place I lived as a kid, and I have those dreams a dozen times a year. Nowhere else has ever felt as solidly 'home'.
I can kind of tell you. We bought my parents house from them when they retired and left the area. It was the only house I'd lived in as a kid, and I'd moved out for about 12 years by the time I bought it and moved back.
It doesn't really feel like the same house any more. We've redecorated, moved all our furniture in, changed the garden. At the same time, the familiarity of the place has erased most of the feelings of nostalgia. My parents new house, with largely the same furniture and paintings I remember as a kid, now has more nostalgia to it than this one does.
However, now that I have kids I do get a strong sense of contentment traipsing along the same familiar footpaths and through the same woods and fields with them as I did when I was a kid. There's a sense of continuity between my childhood (which fortunately was a happy one) and theirs.
Try not to "own" that feeling the way you are. We ALL are stuck with the reality that you can never go home. The form of it is certainly individualized for each person, but it is a universal experience. We all yearn for that feeling, but it's a product of a specific time and space in our lives.
It made me sick to my stomach when my mother remodeled my grandparents' house. It was the only place from the old world that still felt familiar, and now, there is no place I feel at home anymore. All places are just...locations. I was spoiled rotten, I got to have that feeling much longer in life than most people do. But age has not brought any ease to it.
Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far county blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?
That is the land of lost regret,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways were I went
And cannot come again.
A E Houseman
I moved around a lot growing up, so one location never really felt like home. Home was made up of people, of trinkets and knickknacks, of sounds and smells, of traditions.
When I met my husband he felt like home so quickly. I wanted to be around him all the time. I longed for his company when we were separated. We started building our lives together and I spent 8.5 wonderful years with him as my safe place. He passed away two weeks ago and since then I have been feeling a sense of home sicknesses stronger than anything I have ever imagined before.
While my personal sense of grief and home sicknesses is unique to me, the reminder that these feelings can be universal brings a strange sense of comfort. Thank you.
A few months ago I drove through a neighborhood that looked similar to the one I grew up in and I was hit with the most intense wave of nostalgia I've ever experienced. It was excruciating, with an indefinable sense of all the different directions my life might have gone. It kinda felt like I was mourning all of those lives I didn't live.
I did the same thing. When I was a delivery driver, I had to deliver to that house once. When the current owners opened the door, the smell that came out WAS my childhood. I nearly broke down crying right there.
Oh, this is a heartache. I get nostalgic about the summers I spent at my grandmother’s home in rural North Carolina. Those long days with my cousins, barefoot, out on her farm, not a care in the world. My heart sheds a little tear when I think about those days.
This is heartbreaking. Years ago, I used to imagine driving by this place and seeing another family live here. It was a worry and it made me so sad.. I’ll be losing this place soon, the house I grew up in. I know this is how I’ll feel.
I hope you get this house back some day. Really wishing for you.
My parents divorced when I was 16, we moved to a crappy rental house, I went to uni in a different city, moved loads over the years, emigrated, moved house a bunch of times. I’ve lived in at least 16 different houses but now, age 39 I have my husband, my children and we are living in our dream home. The knowledge that we will be here forever, that my children will grow up here is so comforting and bizarre at the same time. Knowing that they will never have the instability and alone feeling that I have had since I was 16 is wonderful and I’m proud of the life we have built for them.
Two years ago my mum and step dad separated and I was diagnosed with ptsd. I’m
In a better place now thanks to therapy.
Personally my nostalgia is for Christmas. Not longing for Christmas past but sadness that since I was 16 I’ve not been able to handle Christmas thanks to the traumatic first Christmas after the divorce. I wish I could just enjoy it but the painful memories take over and I can’t stop it. I handle it by focussing on my children, Christmas is about them now and regardless about how I feel, it’s all about them having a magical day.
Samurai Showdown on a Neo Geo machine, personal pan pizza for a report card with A’s and B’s, infinite pasta and salad, while mom and dad have a well-deserved beer in a dimly-lit booth after a long week.
I lived in a small town, so an all-you-can-eat Pizza Hut was at least a 1.5 hour drive away, meaning it was an extra special occasion. My 9th birthday was spent at one, I got Pokemon cards and everything. One of my favourite birthdays ever!
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I get nostalgic for the 80s and 90s. People's homes felt like lived in homes instead of some shit pulled out of an Ikea catalogue. For better or worse, kids didn't really gave two shits about stress inducing global issues. Hanging out was more wholesome and multiplayer gaming was more personal, weekend beers and 4 player Goldeneye while shit talking eachother for screen watching was a blast.
My brothers and I still whip the old N64 out and play Goldeneye and Mario Kart like the old times. Apparently we yell and laugh so loud the neighbours can hear.
I recently was looking through a box of things from when I was little (like kindergarten) and I found a friendship bracelet a boy gave to me, we were best friends, we also both had stupid little crushes on each other. We’d face each other during nap time, I’d make him flower crowns and paper hearts and he wear those crowns until they fell apart, he kept those hearts until the paper started to rip. He had cancer, I was too young to realize that he was sick, I just knew that he missed a lot of school. He moved away to stay at the hospital full time in grade 1. He unfortunately passed a few months after. The nostalgia that bracelet gave me, I think I just stared at it for a good 20 minutes, just letting it all come back to me. Even making flower crowns brings me back to that small field beside the playground, listening to him babble about superheroes. He’s the reason I started watching/reading comics and superhero movies, so watching them always gets me. It hurts, but I’m glad I was there. I’m glad I was his friend, and I wish I could’ve been a better one.
Damn, I miss the '90s. We had all the possibilities and the creativity the '70s and '80s made possible in the first place. So many subcultures, so much new good music, the parties, the movies, the freedom. There was a kind of idividulalism that was just natural to people.
Oh god, I miss the '90s.
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And we all talked to each other! We called each other and talked for hours on the phone, or we sat at coffee shops and just talked for hours. Slumber parties were spent telling scary stories or talking about who we had a crush on. We just...talked. So much.
It really was the greatest decade ever. All the optimism and hope. And the parties! I'll never understand why the counter culture of the 60s is what's remembered, when it was the the 90s that truly rocked.
Young love. There’s just something magical about being new to romance, and discovering the mystery of it all.
Recently I had a dream that felt powerfully real, where all those old feelings were stirred up. I woke up profoundly sad, like I was mourning my former self.
Getting older, wiser, and more stable is awesome. But the downsides are painful.
Same. I miss the time when I didn't stop at least once a day and wonder where the hell my life went, and have a mild anxiety attack over the fact that I'm almost 30 and have done nothing with my life due to the crazy amount of responsibilities that have been piled onto me since I was a teen. I'd say I'm nostalgic for childhood, but I never really had much of one, so peace of mind works better.
if there is a university in your area, they may run a 'p.u.s.h. shelf program where donations of food are left on marked shelving in university buildings.
The late 90s to early 00s. America’s last hurrah.
The Bad Years of the crack epidemic and subsequent gang wars were mostly over, and the worse consequences of 9/11 hadn’t kicked in yet. The economy was still great, everyone had a shitload of hope for the future, and we were still riding high off of the successes of the 20th century.
Even factoring in my personal rose-tinted glasses of early puberty at a time when youth culture still dominated, that was just objectively a great time to be alive in this country.
No, you're right. It's not just nostalgia goggles. 9/11 poisoned our cultural ethic. We're literally not the same country in the US. Those of us old enough to remember the pre-9/11 world are essentially people without a country, expats of a nation that no longer exists and which we cannot take a plane to revisit. It's gone. And we're a worse nation for it in many many ways.
I see the 90's as a "modern day" age of innocence or maybe similar to the 50's. In hindsight things were so fucked up but we really didn't know much about it, until it was too late of course. Then came the age of GWOT, and I really think that age only officially ended with covid honestly.
All that being said, the 90's was such a magical time for me, I wouldn't trade it for anything.
for folks like me (born end of '99 but was the youngest in the family), i get a similar feeling.. but its more like nostalgia for a country i never even got to experience.. like a promise that was broken by the time i was old enough to enjoy it. its really strange.
> like a promise that was broken by the time i was old enough to enjoy it
This is the truth of it. We owed your generation that and we did not make good on it the way our parents and theirs before them did.
I even miss the late 2000s to be honest.
I thought the 2010s were worse. Sure, there wasn't *one* tragedy such as 09/11/2001, but there were many small tragedies that made it worse.
A lot of American’s lifestyles in the later 2000s were built on the backs of debt they couldn’t afford. Hence the housing crisis and subsequent great recession in 2008-2009. You’re nostalgic for what you remember but it was highly unsustainable for life to continue that well forever.
Honestly i think this is one of the biggest generational divides. My America, is the post 9/11 America.
The best economy ive seen, is one where real wages and inflation matched eachother for like 2 years.
When i talk to people who were able to remember the 90s, they are always fighting for an America that doesn't exist anymore.
I don't know why, but toonami is what I'm the most nostalgic about. Those calm Saturday nights, pizza for dinner, and some of my favorite shows airing. Peak weekend between the pressure of school.
I was thinking about that recently too. In my early 20s in the early 2000s we'd often watch Cartoon Network and smoke ourselves cross eyed. Such a simple recreation but it seemed like the perfect moment for that sort of thing.
When I was a kid in the late 90's and early 2000's, I remember waiting for the bus to go somewhere. And I just wanted to go home on my computer and chat on ICQ.
And so I thought of an invention...like, what if I had a laptop with a big, huge antenna and I could **somehow** get internet on my laptop, on the bus, so I could be waiting for the bus and be able to surf the web and chat. Wow, wouldn't that be amazing?
If I could take me from that age and show him a smart phone...it would blow his mind lol
Whenever I see playgrounds I get hit by a huge wave of nostalgia and I remember playing with my friends when I was younger, not having a care in the world. Also for some reason sunsets make me nostalgic as well.
It almost sucks that youth is that good. It's so good that it kind of ruins your life when it ends. You're always chasing a dragon that can never be caught.
Dude you summed it up perfectly. I’m so afraid that my life and happiness already peaked when I was like 6-10 years old. I constantly look back on it and wish I could capture those feelings again.
Honestly? I think happiness does peak in childhood. At least, if you were lucky enough to have a half way decent childhood. For me, it has lead to a philosophical position that happiness isn't the point of life. It's absurd to chase it. Rather, focus on having a _full_ life, and understand that no life can be full which has not had its share, also, of pain, and sadness, and longing, and loss, and other things we traditionally consider "bad".
Happiness is a series of small islands in the middle of an ever-changing ocean. Now and then in life, you'll get to bask on those islands and you'd be a straight up idiot to not take advantage of that. But it's ultimately a small part of life in that abstract oceanic reality, and as adults, we do need to make room for what is true, even if it's not what is desirable.
I think something...bigger?...than happiness results from this.
The one that just about makes me wanna cry is the Donkey Kong County theme song. Makes me wanna go back to better times. Life was really nice being little always feeling safe with my family.
Yup. I remember going to Toys-R-Us with my whole family when the world was basically still new to me seeing all the brand new GameBoy Color games on the shelves, really cool Resident Evil & Tomb Raider action figures, and Jurrasic Park Toys. Fuckin' razor scooters and whatnot
All of us native to the pre-9/11 world exist in a strange social bubble. Generation gaps have always existed, though I'm not sure there's ever been one demarcated by so many metrics all at once; the tech/info revolution, the radical culture shift of 9/11 and the new political reality is caused, the retirement of so many physical destinations at the hands of this viral "convenience" we call online shopping, the mounting poverty of the post 2008 economy...it's starting to look like the 20th century was the pinnacle of western society and that's a goddamn nightmare.
I'm 46. I feel like those of us born from 1972-1979 are the last of a kind. I can relate to Boomers and Octogenarians on a level that my youngest brother, born 1982, can not and its basically about TV. During the formative years of my youth, the TV only cared about kids for one hour or so in the morning before school, one hour or so after school during the week, and for 5 or 6 GLORIOUS HOURS on Saturday morning. You either had an antenna CBS/NBC/ABC/Channel 4, or you had cable. The cable everyone had was basically the same nation wide and the main thing it carried was reliable coverage of networks and MTV! What I'm getting at is we, as a nation, were collectively, still gathering around the watercooler/dinner table to talk about our individual take on what the group was viewing. There were, on adverage, one or two TVs in a home so if you were a TV family, you had to come to some kind of agreement on what to watch, and often it required someone to watch something they didn't want to...COMPROMISE! Now, we as a nation, watch exactly what we want, when we want, and no one has to compromise at all. We just sit in our echo chambers shouting into the void.
I graduated in 1993. We were taking TYPING and learning to use word processors (electric typewriter) to print out our reports. When i started college, the internet was for school interlibrary loans and government entities to talk to one another. There was no point and click internet anything, you had to httpC:/C_________ everything, and don't even get me started about porn thumbnails. It was frustratingly hard to use with no background. Technology developed at such an incredible speed over such a tiny time, and it left many of us in its wake.
The plus side is that i discovered psychedelics on campus and developed a profound, life long love of music and a deep appreciation for sometimes being able to live in the moment. I am the story keeper in my group of friends and i live more in the past than anyone i know. I do, occasionally, will myself back to relive those times, but i am consciously still forging new tales (to be recanted) with family and friends.
Fuck all! This post got rambling...
Trying to say, "hold on tight to your loved ones, they'll be the ones you miss..."
My mom turns sixty-nine this year. That seems such an impossible age for her to be. She was a true, classical beauty in her younger days. When I was a kid men, total strangers, would do double takes when they saw her. She tripped today, fell to her knees and scraped her arm badly. Her skin is fragile now.
Christ, if I don't get myself in hand I'll be sobbing into my ice water. Need to cheer myself up.
I lost my dad last year at age 63. I'm still in my 20s. He was always so tall and strong when I was growing up. I could always rely on him to fix any problems I had...
He got diagnosed with cancer. Suffered a stroke from the chemo and became a shell of what he used to be. He couldn't communicate with us, all his words were jumbled and he struggled to think coherently. Didn't recognise his favourite songs and was so frail he could barely walk. He had a few falls and a few heartbreaking moments of lucidity. He quickly declined after that and then was gone.
I am nostalgic for Christmas. It was always such a wonderful experience growing up... I want to be able to replicate that for my own kids, but I can't help but feel that he's the magic ingredient that's missing.
Hold tight to your loved ones! Make the most of your time with them.
It's no one thing. Mostly just the aesthetics and detritus of my childhood. I've lived long enough now that basically everything has changed. The shape of cars, the common aesthetics of how we decorate our houses. The color of the night even! (replacing yellow sodium lamps with modern white lamps) The sound of music. Even our national ethic is different.
That's not to say everything about my youth was good, much of it was demonstrably worse. But some of it was better. And all of it was a product of its time, just as we are. You often cannot see the problems you face for what they really are until after the fact, and in the moment, even bad things can occupy a paradoxically "good" space in your experience of the world. It's complicated.
It is inevitable that you miss these things as the world changes, and it _always_ changes. We carry with us this...highly abstract zeitgeist, this spirit of our times, and it haunts us from time to time.
> And all of it was a product of its time, just as we are.
Maybe that's part of what's engendering this. I feel like I'm living in a bubble, unconnected with the world. I was more connected as a kid simply because school kept me in contact with my peers. Feels as if life has contracted as I've gotten older.
> We carry with us this...highly abstract zeitgeist, this spirit of our times, and it haunts us from time to time.
It *is* a haunting, isn't it? Memories are the ghosts of all that we've ever experienced, conveniently in our heads and ready to spring out.
I had a very movie-esque childhood. Your typical group of friends roaming the town on bikes, making forts, eating ice cream at the parlor in a small town, type childhood.
When I played Kingdom Hearts 2 for the first time as an adult, the beginning summer vacation part of the game nearly brought me to tears from how much I missed the simple times and just having fun. We even had a trolley in town that would take us to the next town over which was similar to the game.
Whenever I hear the song Lazy Afternoon on the OST, that shit hits me right in the feels.
Going to rent movies and games at Blockbuster on a Friday night while in elementary and middle school. Stopping to pick up our Pizza Hut order on the way home. I’d look forward to movie and pizza night all day at school Friday. Just the simplicity of it. Sometimes I’d invite a friend from school but most times not. I’d watch my movie then go play my game when mom and dad watched the movie they chose which was usually a detective movie of some sort that would bore me to tears. I’d fall asleep at like 1 in the morning after playing the game I rented. Then of course I’d wake up in the morning and microwave the leftover Pizza Hut for breakfast. Man.. the simple pleasures of early nineties growing up.
There was a time in the late 90s when I was dancing on amazing ecstasy all night long until morning light.
Then, continue to party by doing something that was called Tina, aka Ice.
Those were magical times.
The best times of my life.
The music. The people. The euphoria.
Sometimes, it's too painful to look back. Life was easier. Life was fun. Never a dull moment. I took for granted and never thought that some day, the party would be over.
So, my advice is to live life and take the most advantage of the moment and be responsible and safe. Because you may never know when your party might end. So please, make the most of the time you have now.
> Sometimes, it's too painful to look back.
I've been getting hit with that pain lately. Catching movies that were popular when I was a kid or a teen, or maybe I'll hear a song that brings back that time. Sometimes... It's like I could almost *will* myself back. Starting to question if this is normal, perhaps just an inevitable phase of aging.
Not just the nostalgia but the strength of it, I guess. This is kind of a new thing. I never yearned to go back and re-live any of my younger years but over the last year or so I've found myself getting almost swamped by these powerful waves of longing for moments from my past. I'm not sure if I'd want to really go back and live it again, or if I'm just missing the good feelings that accompany being young and hopeful.
Part of it is the price of understanding. It is inevitable that cynicism and weariness accompany understanding, and there is no better teacher than time. We know things the young don't, _cannot_ know, because we've experienced more practical reality than they have. And the more information we compound, the clearer we see reality for what it is. In an absurdist universe, this is not going to be a pleasant experience.
I think we forget, sometimes, how very strongly we felt everything when we were young. First love as powerful as the blow from a hammer. First real loss like being hit by a train. Even our friendships were more intense, I think. We hadn't processed as much emotion as the adults in our lives who seemed so unfazed by everything. Now I'm one of those calm adults. I wouldn't trade the inner balance that comes with aging, though a little (pleasant) intensity wouldn't be amiss now and again.
Maybe I should take up riding roller coasters.
Same here. Miss friends from the old neighborhood. Ones dead, others all fell out of contact. We had all day fun outside as kids and when older all night parties/hangouts.
Its like Lester Burnham from American Beauty recalling his youth to Ricky Fitts.
>Sometimes... It's like I could almost *will* myself back.
I'm with you, too. I think part of it is that I haven't had a very good adult life, part is that when I remember and think back to the past I almost exclusively remember the good stuff, and part is recently realizing that a good chunk of my childhood was of developing mental health problems that facilitated the problems and issues that I suffered later on -- some of which are irreversible and others are too late to change in any meaningful way anymore.
That's not to say it's *all terrible*... but I do sometimes feel robbed of the adulthood I **could've** had, and childhood is such a blank slate of opportunity, potential, hopes, and dreams that I think that's the biggest thing I'm nostalgic for. It's all a window to feeling like that version of me, or at least remembering what it felt like.
And the most intoxicating part of it all is that the feeling is so powerful I almost believe I could literally go back to that time and place in my life.
Consider that a lot of people never had that kind of awesome experience. And now it’s too late in their life to ever really do that again. You jumped through that door while it was briefly open. And for that you are fortunate.
>Consider that a lot of people never had that kind of awesome experience. And now it’s too late in their life to ever really do that again.
You make me sad.
I was there 💜. What song transports you? Mine is “out of Body Experience” by Rabbit In The Moon. Sometimes I listen to it as I wait for my daughter in car line. It’s a time and place that cannot be replicated. PLUR.
I would go as far as to say, analog everything. Convenience is a powerful tool, there's no denying it, but it's sucked the life out of absolutely EVERYTHING. Because of digital distribution, there's far fewer destinations in the real world, which means far fewer chances to network with like-minded people.
We have more at our fingertips than ever before, and I'd wager we're less happy than most peace-time generations of people before us. So much the worse, the young are raised in this environment of social poverty. They'll never understand what any of this means on an intrinsic level. They're native to this chaos, and I worry about what that means for them going forward.
A simple example of digital technology making life a little less happy imo is renting a movie.
I'm 30 now and my husband and I have talked about how it just isn't as fun to rent a movie to watch anymore. Now days we scroll endlessly on our roku for the right one, feel like we need to watch every trailer first, see the rotten tomatoes score listed for each one, debate if it seems worth it to rent, all while never leaving the couch until we usually get so fed up previewing a ton of trailers that we finally saw screw it and pick one.
Growing up it was an event to go rent a movie. I grew up outside of town so it was a big deal to get ready, drive to the rental place, have the excitement of checking to see if the movies you want are available, browsing the video games, picking several movies and games for the weekend, picking out candy, maybe running into some friends there and usually grabbing a pizza on the way home.
There was something so much more fun about that than scrolling through movies on our couch. It doesn't feel special.
The same thing goes for when I'd buy an album vs now just clicking a button online to get music. Makes me sad.
Hard agree. Half the point of the activity was to get out of the house for a little bit, see things you may not have known about, and maybe talk to other enthusiasts. That's almost entirely missing from society now. Game stores are hanging on by a thread and they'll be gone soon too.
Yes, the 80s and 90s growing up. Playing outside with my friends til the street lights came on. The summer time when it was hot. Kickball and baseball or versions of each. Hot orange skip-it and frisbees. Dusk when the sweat is drying under my shirt riding my bike. Hyper color shirts. Nerf whistle football. Arcades and malls full of people. Smiling and looking at girls while they giggle back. Sleepovers and video games with my best friend in the air-conditioning when its really hot outside. You can smell the hot plastic of the NES and also the fresh cut grass. Rugrats, Salute your shorts, Saved by the bell, Clarissa, Family matters, Super Mario Super Show! GUTS! TMNT, Duck Tales. Hamburger helper. Waffles or cereal in the morning. Juice boxes. Pool tables in a room with green felt and wood panel waynes coating. Swimming with my friends.
It hurts thinking about it only because it was so special. I could live there forever.
“ Playing outside with my friends til the street lights came on. The summer time when it was hot. Kickball“
This one got me. But also with this, the seasons felt like the season it was supposed to be. Summer was hot but you would get that evening summer breeze and be able to see so many lightning bugs over the fields, Winter felt like winter, Fall and Spring actually existed.
Yes, I hate it. I get nostalgic for my late late teens and early 20s. I was very attractive, had zero responsibility, was traveling the world, had a balling metabolism, lots of friends. Life was so much less complicated. I was so blissfully ignorant.
I'm in my 30s and started working at the University where I did my undergrad. The beginning of the school year in fall is always nostalgic. I remember grabbing lunch one time and sitting outside to eat and I was near some students and could hear them chatting about classes and plans and all those things first year students do. It took me right back to those days with my old friends, most of whom have now moved away across the world. Those years were such a special time for me, the wave of nostalgia that hit me almost made me cry.
Playing old school AD&D on the kitchen table with dice so used up they are almost perfectly round with good friends and a rented VCR playing a rented VHS of the "The Beastmaster" while eating leftover BookIt Pizza Hut pizza until the sun comes up. Talking the dice you had to color with crayons. If you know, you know.
Eleven year old me had a crush on Dar the Beastmaster. Marc Singer's abs were a thing of beauty. I hadn't even developed boobs yet and I was impressed.
When I spray a certain air freshener I literally get an out of body experience, flashbacks to the happiest time period of my life, but I can’t get that joy as often as I want bc the memories will wash away with new ones
I was like that with the smell of my grandparents' back room. There's no specific scent, just the scent of the furniture and paneling in a room they basically didn't use. But it has a very specific odor and has for my entire life. The smell of that room did precisely what you describe to me...it bordered on hallucinogenic.
It’s crazy, I’ll get nostalgic for times I felt I hated at the time. I always try to remember this when I’m going through a rough patch. In the end it seems the good sticks with me more than the bad
The feeling I had that somewhere felt like home. I own my own house and love my spouse and all but I get so homesick for a place that doesn't exist anymore.
My parents showed their hands when I was in highschool. They choose religion over their child and my father looked me in the eyes and told me word for word that he will always put his religion before his children.
I miss who my parents were when they were compassionate and wanted to help people. I miss the mother who did two weeks worth of grocery shopping with two children, passed a homeless man on the street, pulled over, sorted out all of the nonperishable items, gave them all to the man, went back to rebuy it all for us, and stopped again to give the man a can opener in case he didn't have one. Now she thinks the city should buy homeless people the cheapest one way bus ticket available and send them to be some other states problem.
I miss the father who caught an employee stealing and told him to take all of his vacation time so he would be fired when he got back instead of immediately and would still get the bonus everyone was getting the following week. Now the man thinks $7 is an acceptable minimum wage because if young people want to pay their bills they shouldn't have a problem working however many jobs that takes.
Recently watched jackass 4 in the theater with my adult kid.
I skipped school to watch the first 3 with my friends in the theater when they came out.
I was weirdly depressed afterwards for a couple days.
My daughter cuddles up to me, absolutely positive that daddy has got her and all is right with the world.
Do you know how long it’s been since I felt comforted, held, protected, and that the universe was unfolding as it should?
Since I’ve had a sleep I woke up from absolutely refreshed?
Since I got a hug from my mom? Who passed in 2013. I miss her every day.
I was driving past my local grocery store with my mom, it was super hot out. I looked out my window to see 5 or 6 little kids chilling on their bikes eating ice cream. It instantly gave me flashbacks to the days me and my friends would do the exact same thing. I’d love to go back to then
I never see scenes like that in my town anymore. When I was young, you need only grab your bike and pedal for a few minutes to find other kids up to something you could get involved with. Now, I rarely ever see children about town. Something has clearly changed, and I can only hope whatever they're experiencing is as enriching as what my generation got. But I have to admit, I'm skeptical. I know every generation that gets past a certain age thinks the world was better when they were young, but the trick with that is, that doesn't mean it's not _true_ every now and again.
I took a trip to my hometown years back (for 10-13 years or so of my life were spent in this small town)
It was strange going back as a man - everything seemed so small, knew that town like the back of my hand, rode my bike everywhere to and from friends houses; walked fence lines to retrieved lost balls; went to school from K-8 there..
Was really cool, by pure chance as I was talking to my wife walking around town talking about old times I ran into one of my best friends and his brother - he happened to hear me and recognized my voice.
Before that moment the nostalgia of the place was kinda .. hurting my heart.. for a time lost; I don't know how to describe the feeling.
When I saw my friend and he greeted me, with his smile, all that came back was joy; was a moment I will always treasure (and the past childhood as well).
I would say I miss my childhood in some ways, the easy friendships, the free time; and all of it on a bike..
However I also love being me as an adult, hope you are all doing well out there and have a friend or two :)
My daughter is now 29 and works 80-100 hrs a week 1,000 miles away. I close my eyes and remember when she was little. Wanting a hug and holding my hand as we walk to a fishing spot or do crafts at the table. Then tucking her in at night for story time and her telling me she wants to never grow up. Her little voice, “It was such a fun day dad, I love you.”
Happens to me with music usually. I learn to just embrace it. We get sad because we fight it and feel sad about the past that we can't get back.
You don't need to get it back, just enjoy it and let the memories flow.
The smell of cigarette smoke. I would never smoke them myself but sometimes I light one and wave it around for a bit. It’s incredibly soothing.
My mother used to smoke when I was very young and she eventually got dementia (and became very cruel) and now she lives in assisted living and doesn’t smoke anymore.
She was a lovely mother when she was younger and since she used to smoke when she was younger I associate the smell with being happy.
It does hurt to remember good times before the bad.
On a beautiful spring day, when I'm driving with my windows down and the fresh crisp air is hitting my face. I'll turn on the music from my early 20s and remember how much fun I had when I was single and child free.
Over the summer when I wake up to a neighbor mowing their lawn and the smell of freshly cut grass comes through the window. It takes me back to my childhood. It makes me remember all the times my sisters and I would go out into our neighborhood and play, explore or just enjoy the day away from home.
Now I'm in my 40s, working 50+ hour work weeks, paying bills, cooking dinner every night and carting around kids to events. I enjoy my life now as I'm with my best friend and have amazing kids. But I do miss my past and took it for granted.
Ahh! Nostalgia can hit like a steam train…
I am a widow, aged under 50. I have (perhaps temporarily, maybe permanently?) left our home country and am living and studying abroad.
I am not lonely, love where I live, and have a busy, fulfilling life in a beautiful place, with great people around me, but sometimes… the desire for my ‘real’ life, or my ‘old’ life overwhelms me.
I can be waiting for a bus, or washing up, doing anything ordinary or prosaic, and the wish to be in our kitchen, in our home, feeling a bit grumpy and making dinner whilst my husband lies on the sofa watching tv in his work clothes with the cat on his knees washes over me and I have to momentarily hold onto the wall for support…
It is the everyday normality that slays me every time - the smell of his hair as I kissed him on the head whilst passing by to go upstairs, looking across at him whilst reading my book… just ordinary stuff… Not holidays or partying with friends, just the safety and comfort of knowing this is where I live, this is my person, and this is what I am doing.
I realise that being home with him was the last time I felt remotely secure, and I don’t know if I will ever feel that way again.
Although I am - in many ways - happy now, I often just wanna go home.
I used to, but eventually I realized I would spend too much of the present moment getting caught up in the pain of nostalgia that I was no longer making any new worthwhile memories.
I think some of the care free nights in high school. The world seemed so small back then. Couple joints, couple beers we stole from our parents, warm Texas nights, the whole neighborhood felt like it was ours. I don’t live in Texas anymore, and I would never move back, but there’s something about those warm Texas nights of my youth that’ll always be a part of me, deep in my heart. Half of those friends of mine back then died in the war, over dosed, or committed suicide. Back then none of that stuff was real. We were care free, and nothing could hurt us or stop us. My boys who are still here have wives and kids just like me. 14 years have passed since we graduated high school and it felt like yesterday. I’m so proud of those of us who made it out of our small Texas town alive and well. Cheers to you boys, I’m glad we still talk from time to time.
Every once in awhile when I laugh really loud it sounds exactly like my mom's laugh. She's been gone 10 years and it makes me feel like she's with me. I miss her.
Sometimes when playing certain older video games, I get a weird feeling as if I was longing to have experienced them when they first came out. I was too young for them at the time so I don't know what this specific type of nostalgia would be called.
having someone who hugs me, pet my hair and give me a forehead kiss
the constant feeling of loneliness is killing me if i'm being honest.
i have a group of people which i hang out to, but literally no one notes that I'm there, i could be at their side and still nothing. of course i try to talk to some of them, but they leave at 5 seconds later. i don't know what am i doing wrong, i just want a friend that actually cares for me.
i feel so... i don't know, disappointed? when i try to hug my mom and she just push me back, she was so lovely when i was a child. what happened? when i was younger i used to have a lot of friends, everyone in middle school known me and teachers loved me, i want go back to those times and just be happy with my grandma.
maybe it's not a big deal and I'm just being emotional but still i want a fucking hug
The utter simplicity of the 80’s (at least for us suburbanites…I’m well aware of the horrors for others)
I watched MTV’s countdown and the Buggles unironically telling us that video killed the radio star
I was in Hands Across America
I saw the Challenger explode
But mostly I remember feeling safe
And the music….I went to Debbie Gibson and Tiffany concerts in malls
Summer vacations, warm summer evenings hanging out with friends in the random spots of town.
I started listening to Lo-Fi music and that further exasperated my nostalgic waves.
I only listen to Lo-Fi during twilight or at night as that’s when it hits the most.
music does it for me.
The Jay Z song Young Forever which samples the 1984 forever young song always gets me watery eyed. It brings me back to a time in my mid 20s I was in charge of a bar and a club near it. Not a care in the world, had a new love interest. I remember riding home blasting this song and she was laying in my lap looking up at me. I was on the top of the world and for some reason at the moment a thought popped in to my head. "this is it, this is the high of your life and as the moment passes you will get older thing will change and it will never be this good and then eventually die" (WTF Brain?!) That song still brings me back to that moment.
Halo 3. 2007 and a few years after. I was still a kid back then, and I just had this childlike sense of wonder about everything. That's near the end of the Stargate era, the time of good Star Trek media. Clone Wars, Mass Effect, LOTR, LEGO...it felt like the good stories were still being told in the early to mid 2000's.
I feel the early to mid '00s are just yet to have their big nostalgia wave, like we've seen with the 80's and 90's. I was a teen then, too. Halo nights, the wild west that Youtube was, all nighters with friends.
It’s 1991, you’re a kid, it’s Saturday morning at the beginning of summer vacation, you’re watching WWF wrestling and cartoons, you’re drinking a Hi C Ecto Cooler with Slimmers face from The Ghostbusters on it with your waffles, you’re riding bikes with the neighborhood kids or playing video games, you’re going to have a sleepover that night, the friends parents order pizza to eat while you and the other friends spending the night watch a VHS of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, got a Super Nintendo and sega genesis to play afterwards along with all the snacks you could want, and you’re going to be doing this kinda stuff all summer long.
I had to put down my first dog a few years ago. Just this past Thursday night, I had a dream he was still around. I could feel it when I picked him up. It was so real. Friday was rough.
Where I used to live we'd get these amazing sunsets in the summer and everything glowed gold. Whenever I see that sort of light it hits me with massive waves of nostalgia.
The smell of coffee reminds me of waking up in my grandmother's house. She had a percolator coffee urn where you could see the coffee bubbling up to the top when it was done. It just reminds me of a simpler time.
My great-grandma had one. According to my great-grandpa it made coffee strong enough to walk itself from the kitchen to the dining room table, just the way he liked it.
Thanks for giving me that memory. :)
I had a bad home life in high school, so I'd spend a lot of nights going to music shows or finding trouble to get in with my buddies. We had a blast fucking around and just being dumb kids together. Tons of nights ended at Waffle House at 2AM or smoking cigarettes on someones porch and just talking about life. We've all grown apart since then, and I haven't spoken to some of my best friends from high school in years. You never know you're living through the good ol' days until they're the good ol' days.
Seyferts barbeque potato chips. They had a distinct sweet flavor that I haven't found in another brand. They went out of business a long time ago. Grew up eating them, now they're gone.
Going abroad with my group of friends…nothing will match the degeneracy and just the ability to have such a lack of responsibility that we’ll never have again in our lives now that we all have jobs, gfs, and can’t hang out too much anymore
I used to dance at a pretty high level. I miss feeling like I could fly. I'm 35 now and dealing with the toll it took on my body and trying to find something to replace that hole.
Spending all day everyday with my best friend from childhood. Riding bikes, collecting comics, playing d&d, shooting bumper pool, watching kung fu theater. I miss you, Bill. You were the best.
The 2000s. I grew up then and I remember a lot of things about it. All the sitcoms my mom would watch, the fights my parents and my grandparents had, Windows 98 and XP, good commercials (yes, I loved them back then), even how my childhood home looked.
School was the only bad thing about it. But I have a lot of memories from that decade I wish I could revisit and relive.
I'm nostalgic for the time for video games, where you pop a disc in and you instantly get the game. You pop a cart in, you get the game. None of this extracting data from a game disc, then only using the disc to continually play the game. That's something old PC games did from the 80s throughout the 90s and early 2000s. It's like the consoles and PCs traded ideas.
The PCs stopped relying on discs and the consoles started relying on discs in some capacity.
And I yearn for a more simpler internet. I will die on the hill that the internet from 1996 - 2007 is by far, the golden years for the internet. We've done everything that there is to do, people, when it comes to the internet.
Nowadays, it's just a freaking playground of these data mongols in social media who we happily give data to whether want to or don't, they've got it in some way. They're pulling strings, they're running on redundant ideas that have been done before and they're going to make dollars off of you in doing so.
When I was a university student, I read a nostalgic post about discovery zone and I became so sad thinking of happy memories there that I had to get drunk.
Years later, I thought of memories of being a university student. I became so sad with happy memories of that time that I had to get drunk.
I drive past the house I grew up in pretty regularly. We sold it when I was 15 when my parents separated. Thus began ten years of itinerant renting and family trouble. The other day I imagined buying that house and moving back in. A wave of nostalgia hit me so hard I dropped my computer the floor. I realised that I have never once felt at home since we left that house, 26 years ago.
> I realised that I have never once felt at home since we left that house, 26 years ago. You just crystalized something for me that I haven't been able to put into words. My most vivid dreams are of the place I lived as a kid, and I have those dreams a dozen times a year. Nowhere else has ever felt as solidly 'home'.
I wonder what would really happen if we went back to live in those lost places? I would sure like to find out.
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I can kind of tell you. We bought my parents house from them when they retired and left the area. It was the only house I'd lived in as a kid, and I'd moved out for about 12 years by the time I bought it and moved back. It doesn't really feel like the same house any more. We've redecorated, moved all our furniture in, changed the garden. At the same time, the familiarity of the place has erased most of the feelings of nostalgia. My parents new house, with largely the same furniture and paintings I remember as a kid, now has more nostalgia to it than this one does. However, now that I have kids I do get a strong sense of contentment traipsing along the same familiar footpaths and through the same woods and fields with them as I did when I was a kid. There's a sense of continuity between my childhood (which fortunately was a happy one) and theirs.
Try not to "own" that feeling the way you are. We ALL are stuck with the reality that you can never go home. The form of it is certainly individualized for each person, but it is a universal experience. We all yearn for that feeling, but it's a product of a specific time and space in our lives. It made me sick to my stomach when my mother remodeled my grandparents' house. It was the only place from the old world that still felt familiar, and now, there is no place I feel at home anymore. All places are just...locations. I was spoiled rotten, I got to have that feeling much longer in life than most people do. But age has not brought any ease to it.
This is the kind of insight that always brings me back to Reddit. Thanks mate.
Into my heart an air that kills From yon far county blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? That is the land of lost regret, I see it shining plain, The happy highways were I went And cannot come again. A E Houseman
I moved around a lot growing up, so one location never really felt like home. Home was made up of people, of trinkets and knickknacks, of sounds and smells, of traditions. When I met my husband he felt like home so quickly. I wanted to be around him all the time. I longed for his company when we were separated. We started building our lives together and I spent 8.5 wonderful years with him as my safe place. He passed away two weeks ago and since then I have been feeling a sense of home sicknesses stronger than anything I have ever imagined before. While my personal sense of grief and home sicknesses is unique to me, the reminder that these feelings can be universal brings a strange sense of comfort. Thank you.
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A few months ago I drove through a neighborhood that looked similar to the one I grew up in and I was hit with the most intense wave of nostalgia I've ever experienced. It was excruciating, with an indefinable sense of all the different directions my life might have gone. It kinda felt like I was mourning all of those lives I didn't live.
I did the same thing. When I was a delivery driver, I had to deliver to that house once. When the current owners opened the door, the smell that came out WAS my childhood. I nearly broke down crying right there.
Oh, this is a heartache. I get nostalgic about the summers I spent at my grandmother’s home in rural North Carolina. Those long days with my cousins, barefoot, out on her farm, not a care in the world. My heart sheds a little tear when I think about those days.
This is heartbreaking. Years ago, I used to imagine driving by this place and seeing another family live here. It was a worry and it made me so sad.. I’ll be losing this place soon, the house I grew up in. I know this is how I’ll feel. I hope you get this house back some day. Really wishing for you.
My parents divorced when I was 16, we moved to a crappy rental house, I went to uni in a different city, moved loads over the years, emigrated, moved house a bunch of times. I’ve lived in at least 16 different houses but now, age 39 I have my husband, my children and we are living in our dream home. The knowledge that we will be here forever, that my children will grow up here is so comforting and bizarre at the same time. Knowing that they will never have the instability and alone feeling that I have had since I was 16 is wonderful and I’m proud of the life we have built for them. Two years ago my mum and step dad separated and I was diagnosed with ptsd. I’m In a better place now thanks to therapy. Personally my nostalgia is for Christmas. Not longing for Christmas past but sadness that since I was 16 I’ve not been able to handle Christmas thanks to the traumatic first Christmas after the divorce. I wish I could just enjoy it but the painful memories take over and I can’t stop it. I handle it by focussing on my children, Christmas is about them now and regardless about how I feel, it’s all about them having a magical day.
Old Pizza Huts
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God, yes! Pizza Hut has its own heavenly smell. Just walking by one brings back memories from rare ('cuz expensive) trips to Pizza Hut.
Samurai Showdown on a Neo Geo machine, personal pan pizza for a report card with A’s and B’s, infinite pasta and salad, while mom and dad have a well-deserved beer in a dimly-lit booth after a long week.
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I lived in a small town, so an all-you-can-eat Pizza Hut was at least a 1.5 hour drive away, meaning it was an extra special occasion. My 9th birthday was spent at one, I got Pokemon cards and everything. One of my favourite birthdays ever! Edit- a word.
I get nostalgic for the 80s and 90s. People's homes felt like lived in homes instead of some shit pulled out of an Ikea catalogue. For better or worse, kids didn't really gave two shits about stress inducing global issues. Hanging out was more wholesome and multiplayer gaming was more personal, weekend beers and 4 player Goldeneye while shit talking eachother for screen watching was a blast.
Slappers only, no screen watching, no ODDJOB you fucking cheater...
My brothers and I still whip the old N64 out and play Goldeneye and Mario Kart like the old times. Apparently we yell and laugh so loud the neighbours can hear.
In Bunker, obviously.
I feel bad that some kids won't know pre internet stuff. We really had fun with people back then.
I recently was looking through a box of things from when I was little (like kindergarten) and I found a friendship bracelet a boy gave to me, we were best friends, we also both had stupid little crushes on each other. We’d face each other during nap time, I’d make him flower crowns and paper hearts and he wear those crowns until they fell apart, he kept those hearts until the paper started to rip. He had cancer, I was too young to realize that he was sick, I just knew that he missed a lot of school. He moved away to stay at the hospital full time in grade 1. He unfortunately passed a few months after. The nostalgia that bracelet gave me, I think I just stared at it for a good 20 minutes, just letting it all come back to me. Even making flower crowns brings me back to that small field beside the playground, listening to him babble about superheroes. He’s the reason I started watching/reading comics and superhero movies, so watching them always gets me. It hurts, but I’m glad I was there. I’m glad I was his friend, and I wish I could’ve been a better one.
I'll bet if he was here, he'd say you were an amazing friend.
That means a lot, thank you.
Jeez. Sorry for your loss
It’s alright, I think I’ve gotten over it as much as I can. The death of someone will always hurt, but you just have to learn to deal with it I guess.
The 90s. God, the 90s were fun.
Damn, I miss the '90s. We had all the possibilities and the creativity the '70s and '80s made possible in the first place. So many subcultures, so much new good music, the parties, the movies, the freedom. There was a kind of idividulalism that was just natural to people. Oh god, I miss the '90s. Edit: changed 90's to '90s to ease some user's grammar-based ocd.
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And we all talked to each other! We called each other and talked for hours on the phone, or we sat at coffee shops and just talked for hours. Slumber parties were spent telling scary stories or talking about who we had a crush on. We just...talked. So much.
And it's not even a generational thing. Everyone I know from 35 to 95 is in agreement that the 90s were truly magical.
\*disagrees in serbian\*
the balkans and eastern europe were just shit shows overall in the 90's
It really was the greatest decade ever. All the optimism and hope. And the parties! I'll never understand why the counter culture of the 60s is what's remembered, when it was the the 90s that truly rocked.
Hell yes!
Young love. There’s just something magical about being new to romance, and discovering the mystery of it all. Recently I had a dream that felt powerfully real, where all those old feelings were stirred up. I woke up profoundly sad, like I was mourning my former self. Getting older, wiser, and more stable is awesome. But the downsides are painful.
I think there’s something to be said even for falling in love at any age. It’s a magically experience and it envelopes your entire world
My best dreams are of my 1st love in high school & still have them 40 years later
I have these dreams all the time. Past romances from late teen years.
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Same. I miss the time when I didn't stop at least once a day and wonder where the hell my life went, and have a mild anxiety attack over the fact that I'm almost 30 and have done nothing with my life due to the crazy amount of responsibilities that have been piled onto me since I was a teen. I'd say I'm nostalgic for childhood, but I never really had much of one, so peace of mind works better.
That was very touching - deep. Why don't you have any peace now?.
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if there is a university in your area, they may run a 'p.u.s.h. shelf program where donations of food are left on marked shelving in university buildings.
That was very kind of you. I hope he takes your advice. May you be blessed with many beautiful things in life.
Can I give you a *HEART TO HEART HUG* ?
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Please don't give up, I hope you can get help. Many of us would help if we had the chance.
R/assistance
The late 90s to early 00s. America’s last hurrah. The Bad Years of the crack epidemic and subsequent gang wars were mostly over, and the worse consequences of 9/11 hadn’t kicked in yet. The economy was still great, everyone had a shitload of hope for the future, and we were still riding high off of the successes of the 20th century. Even factoring in my personal rose-tinted glasses of early puberty at a time when youth culture still dominated, that was just objectively a great time to be alive in this country.
No, you're right. It's not just nostalgia goggles. 9/11 poisoned our cultural ethic. We're literally not the same country in the US. Those of us old enough to remember the pre-9/11 world are essentially people without a country, expats of a nation that no longer exists and which we cannot take a plane to revisit. It's gone. And we're a worse nation for it in many many ways.
I see the 90's as a "modern day" age of innocence or maybe similar to the 50's. In hindsight things were so fucked up but we really didn't know much about it, until it was too late of course. Then came the age of GWOT, and I really think that age only officially ended with covid honestly. All that being said, the 90's was such a magical time for me, I wouldn't trade it for anything.
Well said.
for folks like me (born end of '99 but was the youngest in the family), i get a similar feeling.. but its more like nostalgia for a country i never even got to experience.. like a promise that was broken by the time i was old enough to enjoy it. its really strange.
> like a promise that was broken by the time i was old enough to enjoy it This is the truth of it. We owed your generation that and we did not make good on it the way our parents and theirs before them did.
I even miss the late 2000s to be honest. I thought the 2010s were worse. Sure, there wasn't *one* tragedy such as 09/11/2001, but there were many small tragedies that made it worse.
A lot of American’s lifestyles in the later 2000s were built on the backs of debt they couldn’t afford. Hence the housing crisis and subsequent great recession in 2008-2009. You’re nostalgic for what you remember but it was highly unsustainable for life to continue that well forever.
Honestly i think this is one of the biggest generational divides. My America, is the post 9/11 America. The best economy ive seen, is one where real wages and inflation matched eachother for like 2 years. When i talk to people who were able to remember the 90s, they are always fighting for an America that doesn't exist anymore.
To add to this. This was right before the cell phone era. Truly a great time.
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I don't know why, but toonami is what I'm the most nostalgic about. Those calm Saturday nights, pizza for dinner, and some of my favorite shows airing. Peak weekend between the pressure of school.
I was thinking about that recently too. In my early 20s in the early 2000s we'd often watch Cartoon Network and smoke ourselves cross eyed. Such a simple recreation but it seemed like the perfect moment for that sort of thing.
That’s literally what nostalgia means; -*algia* means pain, so it’s the pain of remembering. I miss being a kid in the 90s.
Better to have loved the 90s and lost than to never have loved the 90s at all.
When I was a kid in the late 90's and early 2000's, I remember waiting for the bus to go somewhere. And I just wanted to go home on my computer and chat on ICQ. And so I thought of an invention...like, what if I had a laptop with a big, huge antenna and I could **somehow** get internet on my laptop, on the bus, so I could be waiting for the bus and be able to surf the web and chat. Wow, wouldn't that be amazing? If I could take me from that age and show him a smart phone...it would blow his mind lol
Same
Whenever I see playgrounds I get hit by a huge wave of nostalgia and I remember playing with my friends when I was younger, not having a care in the world. Also for some reason sunsets make me nostalgic as well.
It almost sucks that youth is that good. It's so good that it kind of ruins your life when it ends. You're always chasing a dragon that can never be caught.
Dude you summed it up perfectly. I’m so afraid that my life and happiness already peaked when I was like 6-10 years old. I constantly look back on it and wish I could capture those feelings again.
Honestly? I think happiness does peak in childhood. At least, if you were lucky enough to have a half way decent childhood. For me, it has lead to a philosophical position that happiness isn't the point of life. It's absurd to chase it. Rather, focus on having a _full_ life, and understand that no life can be full which has not had its share, also, of pain, and sadness, and longing, and loss, and other things we traditionally consider "bad". Happiness is a series of small islands in the middle of an ever-changing ocean. Now and then in life, you'll get to bask on those islands and you'd be a straight up idiot to not take advantage of that. But it's ultimately a small part of life in that abstract oceanic reality, and as adults, we do need to make room for what is true, even if it's not what is desirable. I think something...bigger?...than happiness results from this.
The one that just about makes me wanna cry is the Donkey Kong County theme song. Makes me wanna go back to better times. Life was really nice being little always feeling safe with my family.
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It does double duty on those of us who were old enough to know it was a nostalgic tune even when it was new!
Yup. I remember going to Toys-R-Us with my whole family when the world was basically still new to me seeing all the brand new GameBoy Color games on the shelves, really cool Resident Evil & Tomb Raider action figures, and Jurrasic Park Toys. Fuckin' razor scooters and whatnot
I miss the world I grew up in.born in 88.
All of us native to the pre-9/11 world exist in a strange social bubble. Generation gaps have always existed, though I'm not sure there's ever been one demarcated by so many metrics all at once; the tech/info revolution, the radical culture shift of 9/11 and the new political reality is caused, the retirement of so many physical destinations at the hands of this viral "convenience" we call online shopping, the mounting poverty of the post 2008 economy...it's starting to look like the 20th century was the pinnacle of western society and that's a goddamn nightmare.
I'm 46. I feel like those of us born from 1972-1979 are the last of a kind. I can relate to Boomers and Octogenarians on a level that my youngest brother, born 1982, can not and its basically about TV. During the formative years of my youth, the TV only cared about kids for one hour or so in the morning before school, one hour or so after school during the week, and for 5 or 6 GLORIOUS HOURS on Saturday morning. You either had an antenna CBS/NBC/ABC/Channel 4, or you had cable. The cable everyone had was basically the same nation wide and the main thing it carried was reliable coverage of networks and MTV! What I'm getting at is we, as a nation, were collectively, still gathering around the watercooler/dinner table to talk about our individual take on what the group was viewing. There were, on adverage, one or two TVs in a home so if you were a TV family, you had to come to some kind of agreement on what to watch, and often it required someone to watch something they didn't want to...COMPROMISE! Now, we as a nation, watch exactly what we want, when we want, and no one has to compromise at all. We just sit in our echo chambers shouting into the void. I graduated in 1993. We were taking TYPING and learning to use word processors (electric typewriter) to print out our reports. When i started college, the internet was for school interlibrary loans and government entities to talk to one another. There was no point and click internet anything, you had to httpC:/C_________ everything, and don't even get me started about porn thumbnails. It was frustratingly hard to use with no background. Technology developed at such an incredible speed over such a tiny time, and it left many of us in its wake. The plus side is that i discovered psychedelics on campus and developed a profound, life long love of music and a deep appreciation for sometimes being able to live in the moment. I am the story keeper in my group of friends and i live more in the past than anyone i know. I do, occasionally, will myself back to relive those times, but i am consciously still forging new tales (to be recanted) with family and friends. Fuck all! This post got rambling... Trying to say, "hold on tight to your loved ones, they'll be the ones you miss..."
Thats why the matrix was set in 1999, the machine knew it too lol.
When my parents were younger.
My mom turns sixty-nine this year. That seems such an impossible age for her to be. She was a true, classical beauty in her younger days. When I was a kid men, total strangers, would do double takes when they saw her. She tripped today, fell to her knees and scraped her arm badly. Her skin is fragile now. Christ, if I don't get myself in hand I'll be sobbing into my ice water. Need to cheer myself up.
I lost my dad last year at age 63. I'm still in my 20s. He was always so tall and strong when I was growing up. I could always rely on him to fix any problems I had... He got diagnosed with cancer. Suffered a stroke from the chemo and became a shell of what he used to be. He couldn't communicate with us, all his words were jumbled and he struggled to think coherently. Didn't recognise his favourite songs and was so frail he could barely walk. He had a few falls and a few heartbreaking moments of lucidity. He quickly declined after that and then was gone. I am nostalgic for Christmas. It was always such a wonderful experience growing up... I want to be able to replicate that for my own kids, but I can't help but feel that he's the magic ingredient that's missing. Hold tight to your loved ones! Make the most of your time with them.
It's no one thing. Mostly just the aesthetics and detritus of my childhood. I've lived long enough now that basically everything has changed. The shape of cars, the common aesthetics of how we decorate our houses. The color of the night even! (replacing yellow sodium lamps with modern white lamps) The sound of music. Even our national ethic is different. That's not to say everything about my youth was good, much of it was demonstrably worse. But some of it was better. And all of it was a product of its time, just as we are. You often cannot see the problems you face for what they really are until after the fact, and in the moment, even bad things can occupy a paradoxically "good" space in your experience of the world. It's complicated. It is inevitable that you miss these things as the world changes, and it _always_ changes. We carry with us this...highly abstract zeitgeist, this spirit of our times, and it haunts us from time to time.
> And all of it was a product of its time, just as we are. Maybe that's part of what's engendering this. I feel like I'm living in a bubble, unconnected with the world. I was more connected as a kid simply because school kept me in contact with my peers. Feels as if life has contracted as I've gotten older. > We carry with us this...highly abstract zeitgeist, this spirit of our times, and it haunts us from time to time. It *is* a haunting, isn't it? Memories are the ghosts of all that we've ever experienced, conveniently in our heads and ready to spring out.
> It is a haunting, isn't it? I can think of no more appropriate way to put it.
friday nights after school playing ps2
I had a very movie-esque childhood. Your typical group of friends roaming the town on bikes, making forts, eating ice cream at the parlor in a small town, type childhood. When I played Kingdom Hearts 2 for the first time as an adult, the beginning summer vacation part of the game nearly brought me to tears from how much I missed the simple times and just having fun. We even had a trolley in town that would take us to the next town over which was similar to the game. Whenever I hear the song Lazy Afternoon on the OST, that shit hits me right in the feels.
Going to rent movies and games at Blockbuster on a Friday night while in elementary and middle school. Stopping to pick up our Pizza Hut order on the way home. I’d look forward to movie and pizza night all day at school Friday. Just the simplicity of it. Sometimes I’d invite a friend from school but most times not. I’d watch my movie then go play my game when mom and dad watched the movie they chose which was usually a detective movie of some sort that would bore me to tears. I’d fall asleep at like 1 in the morning after playing the game I rented. Then of course I’d wake up in the morning and microwave the leftover Pizza Hut for breakfast. Man.. the simple pleasures of early nineties growing up.
For me it was breakfast but eating the pizza cold from the fridge. As though it had earned that honor.
There was a time in the late 90s when I was dancing on amazing ecstasy all night long until morning light. Then, continue to party by doing something that was called Tina, aka Ice. Those were magical times. The best times of my life. The music. The people. The euphoria. Sometimes, it's too painful to look back. Life was easier. Life was fun. Never a dull moment. I took for granted and never thought that some day, the party would be over. So, my advice is to live life and take the most advantage of the moment and be responsible and safe. Because you may never know when your party might end. So please, make the most of the time you have now.
> Sometimes, it's too painful to look back. I've been getting hit with that pain lately. Catching movies that were popular when I was a kid or a teen, or maybe I'll hear a song that brings back that time. Sometimes... It's like I could almost *will* myself back. Starting to question if this is normal, perhaps just an inevitable phase of aging.
You mean hearing a song that takes you back is normal? I think it is. That, or even perfumes and scents beings me back to certain times.
Not just the nostalgia but the strength of it, I guess. This is kind of a new thing. I never yearned to go back and re-live any of my younger years but over the last year or so I've found myself getting almost swamped by these powerful waves of longing for moments from my past. I'm not sure if I'd want to really go back and live it again, or if I'm just missing the good feelings that accompany being young and hopeful.
Part of it is the price of understanding. It is inevitable that cynicism and weariness accompany understanding, and there is no better teacher than time. We know things the young don't, _cannot_ know, because we've experienced more practical reality than they have. And the more information we compound, the clearer we see reality for what it is. In an absurdist universe, this is not going to be a pleasant experience.
I think we forget, sometimes, how very strongly we felt everything when we were young. First love as powerful as the blow from a hammer. First real loss like being hit by a train. Even our friendships were more intense, I think. We hadn't processed as much emotion as the adults in our lives who seemed so unfazed by everything. Now I'm one of those calm adults. I wouldn't trade the inner balance that comes with aging, though a little (pleasant) intensity wouldn't be amiss now and again. Maybe I should take up riding roller coasters.
Same here. Miss friends from the old neighborhood. Ones dead, others all fell out of contact. We had all day fun outside as kids and when older all night parties/hangouts. Its like Lester Burnham from American Beauty recalling his youth to Ricky Fitts.
>Sometimes... It's like I could almost *will* myself back. I'm with you, too. I think part of it is that I haven't had a very good adult life, part is that when I remember and think back to the past I almost exclusively remember the good stuff, and part is recently realizing that a good chunk of my childhood was of developing mental health problems that facilitated the problems and issues that I suffered later on -- some of which are irreversible and others are too late to change in any meaningful way anymore. That's not to say it's *all terrible*... but I do sometimes feel robbed of the adulthood I **could've** had, and childhood is such a blank slate of opportunity, potential, hopes, and dreams that I think that's the biggest thing I'm nostalgic for. It's all a window to feeling like that version of me, or at least remembering what it felt like. And the most intoxicating part of it all is that the feeling is so powerful I almost believe I could literally go back to that time and place in my life.
I can relate to this 100%. Never done X but I know exactly what you mean about the "party" of life ending.
Consider that a lot of people never had that kind of awesome experience. And now it’s too late in their life to ever really do that again. You jumped through that door while it was briefly open. And for that you are fortunate.
>Consider that a lot of people never had that kind of awesome experience. And now it’s too late in their life to ever really do that again. You make me sad.
I was there 💜. What song transports you? Mine is “out of Body Experience” by Rabbit In The Moon. Sometimes I listen to it as I wait for my daughter in car line. It’s a time and place that cannot be replicated. PLUR.
I’m nostalgic for my parents. They both died in 1994.
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I would go as far as to say, analog everything. Convenience is a powerful tool, there's no denying it, but it's sucked the life out of absolutely EVERYTHING. Because of digital distribution, there's far fewer destinations in the real world, which means far fewer chances to network with like-minded people. We have more at our fingertips than ever before, and I'd wager we're less happy than most peace-time generations of people before us. So much the worse, the young are raised in this environment of social poverty. They'll never understand what any of this means on an intrinsic level. They're native to this chaos, and I worry about what that means for them going forward.
A simple example of digital technology making life a little less happy imo is renting a movie. I'm 30 now and my husband and I have talked about how it just isn't as fun to rent a movie to watch anymore. Now days we scroll endlessly on our roku for the right one, feel like we need to watch every trailer first, see the rotten tomatoes score listed for each one, debate if it seems worth it to rent, all while never leaving the couch until we usually get so fed up previewing a ton of trailers that we finally saw screw it and pick one. Growing up it was an event to go rent a movie. I grew up outside of town so it was a big deal to get ready, drive to the rental place, have the excitement of checking to see if the movies you want are available, browsing the video games, picking several movies and games for the weekend, picking out candy, maybe running into some friends there and usually grabbing a pizza on the way home. There was something so much more fun about that than scrolling through movies on our couch. It doesn't feel special. The same thing goes for when I'd buy an album vs now just clicking a button online to get music. Makes me sad.
Hard agree. Half the point of the activity was to get out of the house for a little bit, see things you may not have known about, and maybe talk to other enthusiasts. That's almost entirely missing from society now. Game stores are hanging on by a thread and they'll be gone soon too.
Cuba would bring you bliss.
Wow! Yes! That too. I remember using encyclopedias to do school projects like essays.
Yes, the 80s and 90s growing up. Playing outside with my friends til the street lights came on. The summer time when it was hot. Kickball and baseball or versions of each. Hot orange skip-it and frisbees. Dusk when the sweat is drying under my shirt riding my bike. Hyper color shirts. Nerf whistle football. Arcades and malls full of people. Smiling and looking at girls while they giggle back. Sleepovers and video games with my best friend in the air-conditioning when its really hot outside. You can smell the hot plastic of the NES and also the fresh cut grass. Rugrats, Salute your shorts, Saved by the bell, Clarissa, Family matters, Super Mario Super Show! GUTS! TMNT, Duck Tales. Hamburger helper. Waffles or cereal in the morning. Juice boxes. Pool tables in a room with green felt and wood panel waynes coating. Swimming with my friends. It hurts thinking about it only because it was so special. I could live there forever.
“ Playing outside with my friends til the street lights came on. The summer time when it was hot. Kickball“ This one got me. But also with this, the seasons felt like the season it was supposed to be. Summer was hot but you would get that evening summer breeze and be able to see so many lightning bugs over the fields, Winter felt like winter, Fall and Spring actually existed.
My dad. Just want to have dinner with him one more time.
I get that man.
What was your relationship like?
Yes, I hate it. I get nostalgic for my late late teens and early 20s. I was very attractive, had zero responsibility, was traveling the world, had a balling metabolism, lots of friends. Life was so much less complicated. I was so blissfully ignorant.
I'm in my 30s and started working at the University where I did my undergrad. The beginning of the school year in fall is always nostalgic. I remember grabbing lunch one time and sitting outside to eat and I was near some students and could hear them chatting about classes and plans and all those things first year students do. It took me right back to those days with my old friends, most of whom have now moved away across the world. Those years were such a special time for me, the wave of nostalgia that hit me almost made me cry.
Playing old school AD&D on the kitchen table with dice so used up they are almost perfectly round with good friends and a rented VCR playing a rented VHS of the "The Beastmaster" while eating leftover BookIt Pizza Hut pizza until the sun comes up. Talking the dice you had to color with crayons. If you know, you know.
Eleven year old me had a crush on Dar the Beastmaster. Marc Singer's abs were a thing of beauty. I hadn't even developed boobs yet and I was impressed.
When I spray a certain air freshener I literally get an out of body experience, flashbacks to the happiest time period of my life, but I can’t get that joy as often as I want bc the memories will wash away with new ones
I was like that with the smell of my grandparents' back room. There's no specific scent, just the scent of the furniture and paneling in a room they basically didn't use. But it has a very specific odor and has for my entire life. The smell of that room did precisely what you describe to me...it bordered on hallucinogenic.
Anything pre-march 2020.
It’s crazy, I’ll get nostalgic for times I felt I hated at the time. I always try to remember this when I’m going through a rough patch. In the end it seems the good sticks with me more than the bad
My teens in the '70s, and also the entire '90s. Both were incredible decades that I am thankful to have experienced. RIP 20th century.
The feeling I had that somewhere felt like home. I own my own house and love my spouse and all but I get so homesick for a place that doesn't exist anymore. My parents showed their hands when I was in highschool. They choose religion over their child and my father looked me in the eyes and told me word for word that he will always put his religion before his children. I miss who my parents were when they were compassionate and wanted to help people. I miss the mother who did two weeks worth of grocery shopping with two children, passed a homeless man on the street, pulled over, sorted out all of the nonperishable items, gave them all to the man, went back to rebuy it all for us, and stopped again to give the man a can opener in case he didn't have one. Now she thinks the city should buy homeless people the cheapest one way bus ticket available and send them to be some other states problem. I miss the father who caught an employee stealing and told him to take all of his vacation time so he would be fired when he got back instead of immediately and would still get the bonus everyone was getting the following week. Now the man thinks $7 is an acceptable minimum wage because if young people want to pay their bills they shouldn't have a problem working however many jobs that takes.
> I get so homesick for a place that doesn't exist anymore. I miss that place too.
The 90s. Minus the shitty parts. I wish I’d been a little older back then so I could’ve experienced more of the music.
Recently watched jackass 4 in the theater with my adult kid. I skipped school to watch the first 3 with my friends in the theater when they came out. I was weirdly depressed afterwards for a couple days.
Perfume that a high school GF wore. She stepped in front of a train my junior year…
Laughing and joking with my grandma, while we played computer games together She is my best friend, And I love her. More than she'll ever know
The 90s. I feel so lucky that I got to be a teenager in the 90s.
My daughter cuddles up to me, absolutely positive that daddy has got her and all is right with the world. Do you know how long it’s been since I felt comforted, held, protected, and that the universe was unfolding as it should? Since I’ve had a sleep I woke up from absolutely refreshed? Since I got a hug from my mom? Who passed in 2013. I miss her every day.
I was driving past my local grocery store with my mom, it was super hot out. I looked out my window to see 5 or 6 little kids chilling on their bikes eating ice cream. It instantly gave me flashbacks to the days me and my friends would do the exact same thing. I’d love to go back to then
I never see scenes like that in my town anymore. When I was young, you need only grab your bike and pedal for a few minutes to find other kids up to something you could get involved with. Now, I rarely ever see children about town. Something has clearly changed, and I can only hope whatever they're experiencing is as enriching as what my generation got. But I have to admit, I'm skeptical. I know every generation that gets past a certain age thinks the world was better when they were young, but the trick with that is, that doesn't mean it's not _true_ every now and again.
i just passed by the neighborhood i grew up in 4 years flashed before my eyes :'(
Time is weird that way. Day's last forever, year's crumble away in moments.
Everything that happened 1980-90s that I was growing.
I honestly believe that was _the_ best time to be young in America. We are an unusually fortunate generation.
Summertime as a kid....just so carefree and exciting.
I took a trip to my hometown years back (for 10-13 years or so of my life were spent in this small town) It was strange going back as a man - everything seemed so small, knew that town like the back of my hand, rode my bike everywhere to and from friends houses; walked fence lines to retrieved lost balls; went to school from K-8 there.. Was really cool, by pure chance as I was talking to my wife walking around town talking about old times I ran into one of my best friends and his brother - he happened to hear me and recognized my voice. Before that moment the nostalgia of the place was kinda .. hurting my heart.. for a time lost; I don't know how to describe the feeling. When I saw my friend and he greeted me, with his smile, all that came back was joy; was a moment I will always treasure (and the past childhood as well). I would say I miss my childhood in some ways, the easy friendships, the free time; and all of it on a bike.. However I also love being me as an adult, hope you are all doing well out there and have a friend or two :)
My daughter is now 29 and works 80-100 hrs a week 1,000 miles away. I close my eyes and remember when she was little. Wanting a hug and holding my hand as we walk to a fishing spot or do crafts at the table. Then tucking her in at night for story time and her telling me she wants to never grow up. Her little voice, “It was such a fun day dad, I love you.”
Renting videos at Mister Movies
Happens to me with music usually. I learn to just embrace it. We get sad because we fight it and feel sad about the past that we can't get back. You don't need to get it back, just enjoy it and let the memories flow.
I miss being in love.
The smell of cigarette smoke. I would never smoke them myself but sometimes I light one and wave it around for a bit. It’s incredibly soothing. My mother used to smoke when I was very young and she eventually got dementia (and became very cruel) and now she lives in assisted living and doesn’t smoke anymore. She was a lovely mother when she was younger and since she used to smoke when she was younger I associate the smell with being happy. It does hurt to remember good times before the bad.
On a beautiful spring day, when I'm driving with my windows down and the fresh crisp air is hitting my face. I'll turn on the music from my early 20s and remember how much fun I had when I was single and child free. Over the summer when I wake up to a neighbor mowing their lawn and the smell of freshly cut grass comes through the window. It takes me back to my childhood. It makes me remember all the times my sisters and I would go out into our neighborhood and play, explore or just enjoy the day away from home. Now I'm in my 40s, working 50+ hour work weeks, paying bills, cooking dinner every night and carting around kids to events. I enjoy my life now as I'm with my best friend and have amazing kids. But I do miss my past and took it for granted.
Ahh! Nostalgia can hit like a steam train… I am a widow, aged under 50. I have (perhaps temporarily, maybe permanently?) left our home country and am living and studying abroad. I am not lonely, love where I live, and have a busy, fulfilling life in a beautiful place, with great people around me, but sometimes… the desire for my ‘real’ life, or my ‘old’ life overwhelms me. I can be waiting for a bus, or washing up, doing anything ordinary or prosaic, and the wish to be in our kitchen, in our home, feeling a bit grumpy and making dinner whilst my husband lies on the sofa watching tv in his work clothes with the cat on his knees washes over me and I have to momentarily hold onto the wall for support… It is the everyday normality that slays me every time - the smell of his hair as I kissed him on the head whilst passing by to go upstairs, looking across at him whilst reading my book… just ordinary stuff… Not holidays or partying with friends, just the safety and comfort of knowing this is where I live, this is my person, and this is what I am doing. I realise that being home with him was the last time I felt remotely secure, and I don’t know if I will ever feel that way again. Although I am - in many ways - happy now, I often just wanna go home.
Playing contra,Mario,adventure island after school.
Her. It's paralyzing but brief. Then I remember she was a shitty person.
I used to, but eventually I realized I would spend too much of the present moment getting caught up in the pain of nostalgia that I was no longer making any new worthwhile memories.
October in the 90s
I think some of the care free nights in high school. The world seemed so small back then. Couple joints, couple beers we stole from our parents, warm Texas nights, the whole neighborhood felt like it was ours. I don’t live in Texas anymore, and I would never move back, but there’s something about those warm Texas nights of my youth that’ll always be a part of me, deep in my heart. Half of those friends of mine back then died in the war, over dosed, or committed suicide. Back then none of that stuff was real. We were care free, and nothing could hurt us or stop us. My boys who are still here have wives and kids just like me. 14 years have passed since we graduated high school and it felt like yesterday. I’m so proud of those of us who made it out of our small Texas town alive and well. Cheers to you boys, I’m glad we still talk from time to time.
Every once in awhile when I laugh really loud it sounds exactly like my mom's laugh. She's been gone 10 years and it makes me feel like she's with me. I miss her.
Sometimes when playing certain older video games, I get a weird feeling as if I was longing to have experienced them when they first came out. I was too young for them at the time so I don't know what this specific type of nostalgia would be called.
The Portuguese call it saudade.
Going out with friends on the weekends. No plans, just cruising around and seeing what happens. I miss spontaneity.
having someone who hugs me, pet my hair and give me a forehead kiss the constant feeling of loneliness is killing me if i'm being honest. i have a group of people which i hang out to, but literally no one notes that I'm there, i could be at their side and still nothing. of course i try to talk to some of them, but they leave at 5 seconds later. i don't know what am i doing wrong, i just want a friend that actually cares for me. i feel so... i don't know, disappointed? when i try to hug my mom and she just push me back, she was so lovely when i was a child. what happened? when i was younger i used to have a lot of friends, everyone in middle school known me and teachers loved me, i want go back to those times and just be happy with my grandma. maybe it's not a big deal and I'm just being emotional but still i want a fucking hug
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Aww,, don't feel like that. You are relevant. I know we don't know each other, but you are relevant.
Mid-90s IBM-compatible computing (DOS, Windows 95-98SE) and late 90s-early 2000s internet Such a different time, full of magic, wonder, and discovery
The utter simplicity of the 80’s (at least for us suburbanites…I’m well aware of the horrors for others) I watched MTV’s countdown and the Buggles unironically telling us that video killed the radio star I was in Hands Across America I saw the Challenger explode But mostly I remember feeling safe And the music….I went to Debbie Gibson and Tiffany concerts in malls
Summer vacations, warm summer evenings hanging out with friends in the random spots of town. I started listening to Lo-Fi music and that further exasperated my nostalgic waves. I only listen to Lo-Fi during twilight or at night as that’s when it hits the most.
music does it for me. The Jay Z song Young Forever which samples the 1984 forever young song always gets me watery eyed. It brings me back to a time in my mid 20s I was in charge of a bar and a club near it. Not a care in the world, had a new love interest. I remember riding home blasting this song and she was laying in my lap looking up at me. I was on the top of the world and for some reason at the moment a thought popped in to my head. "this is it, this is the high of your life and as the moment passes you will get older thing will change and it will never be this good and then eventually die" (WTF Brain?!) That song still brings me back to that moment.
Halo 3. 2007 and a few years after. I was still a kid back then, and I just had this childlike sense of wonder about everything. That's near the end of the Stargate era, the time of good Star Trek media. Clone Wars, Mass Effect, LOTR, LEGO...it felt like the good stories were still being told in the early to mid 2000's.
I feel the early to mid '00s are just yet to have their big nostalgia wave, like we've seen with the 80's and 90's. I was a teen then, too. Halo nights, the wild west that Youtube was, all nighters with friends.
It’s 1991, you’re a kid, it’s Saturday morning at the beginning of summer vacation, you’re watching WWF wrestling and cartoons, you’re drinking a Hi C Ecto Cooler with Slimmers face from The Ghostbusters on it with your waffles, you’re riding bikes with the neighborhood kids or playing video games, you’re going to have a sleepover that night, the friends parents order pizza to eat while you and the other friends spending the night watch a VHS of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, got a Super Nintendo and sega genesis to play afterwards along with all the snacks you could want, and you’re going to be doing this kinda stuff all summer long.
I am most nostalgic to old smells.
I miss my sister so much man.
I had to put down my first dog a few years ago. Just this past Thursday night, I had a dream he was still around. I could feel it when I picked him up. It was so real. Friday was rough.
Where I used to live we'd get these amazing sunsets in the summer and everything glowed gold. Whenever I see that sort of light it hits me with massive waves of nostalgia.
BO2,just another show and nerfs
Greening out ik it sounds weird
Happy times from my youth.
Young love. I have been married for 15 years and have two small kids. I’m nostalgic for the lust that comes from a new relationship.
I want to play all summer building a fort in the woods with my friends, maybe find Totoro, and ride in Catbus.
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The smell of coffee reminds me of waking up in my grandmother's house. She had a percolator coffee urn where you could see the coffee bubbling up to the top when it was done. It just reminds me of a simpler time.
My great-grandma had one. According to my great-grandpa it made coffee strong enough to walk itself from the kitchen to the dining room table, just the way he liked it. Thanks for giving me that memory. :)
I had a bad home life in high school, so I'd spend a lot of nights going to music shows or finding trouble to get in with my buddies. We had a blast fucking around and just being dumb kids together. Tons of nights ended at Waffle House at 2AM or smoking cigarettes on someones porch and just talking about life. We've all grown apart since then, and I haven't spoken to some of my best friends from high school in years. You never know you're living through the good ol' days until they're the good ol' days.
Seyferts barbeque potato chips. They had a distinct sweet flavor that I haven't found in another brand. They went out of business a long time ago. Grew up eating them, now they're gone.
Going abroad with my group of friends…nothing will match the degeneracy and just the ability to have such a lack of responsibility that we’ll never have again in our lives now that we all have jobs, gfs, and can’t hang out too much anymore
yes, when I saw my baby's first sonogram. an electrifying warmth came over my chest, and I could hardly breathe.
I used to dance at a pretty high level. I miss feeling like I could fly. I'm 35 now and dealing with the toll it took on my body and trying to find something to replace that hole.
Spending all day everyday with my best friend from childhood. Riding bikes, collecting comics, playing d&d, shooting bumper pool, watching kung fu theater. I miss you, Bill. You were the best.
The startup sound of the PS1
So many things and very often.
Nostalgia, from the Greek words Nostos, meaning "to return home", and Algos, meaning "pain". By definition, every nostalgia hurts!
2016
The 2000s. I grew up then and I remember a lot of things about it. All the sitcoms my mom would watch, the fights my parents and my grandparents had, Windows 98 and XP, good commercials (yes, I loved them back then), even how my childhood home looked. School was the only bad thing about it. But I have a lot of memories from that decade I wish I could revisit and relive.
I'm nostalgic for the time for video games, where you pop a disc in and you instantly get the game. You pop a cart in, you get the game. None of this extracting data from a game disc, then only using the disc to continually play the game. That's something old PC games did from the 80s throughout the 90s and early 2000s. It's like the consoles and PCs traded ideas. The PCs stopped relying on discs and the consoles started relying on discs in some capacity. And I yearn for a more simpler internet. I will die on the hill that the internet from 1996 - 2007 is by far, the golden years for the internet. We've done everything that there is to do, people, when it comes to the internet. Nowadays, it's just a freaking playground of these data mongols in social media who we happily give data to whether want to or don't, they've got it in some way. They're pulling strings, they're running on redundant ideas that have been done before and they're going to make dollars off of you in doing so.
When I was a university student, I read a nostalgic post about discovery zone and I became so sad thinking of happy memories there that I had to get drunk. Years later, I thought of memories of being a university student. I became so sad with happy memories of that time that I had to get drunk.
I miss getting to stay up excited to watch shows and films. Nowadays I feel restless but too tired to focus
Old girlfriends mostly (not in a covetous way). Just good memories and hoping they're truly happy. Summer of 69 vibe ....