TheseAreTheDaysWhenNostalgiaDidn'tExist

This is for every kid sitting in the back to look cool. Every boy wearing baggy hand-me-downs or brand new Dragon Ball Z shirts wishing they could do kamehamehas and throw spirit bombs on a whim. Every girl with their hair in tails and braids self-conscious of their braces, yet excited when they got to pick what color they were.

This is for every kid, that remembers what it feels like to be one. Or every adult seeking an escape for monotony and a discovery of nostalgia. Remembering the allure of Play-Doh and wondering what the color yellow could possibly taste like. And running around in Osh Kosh overalls and shoes that squeaked and lit up was mandatory.

You know…when the concept of nostalgia was foreign, because everything was brand new. And shiny meant awesome, and pain was only caused by rug burn and skinned knees. No floor was just a floor, because black tiles became safety and white tiles were lava on your way to whatever magical destination your mind could come up with because no kid wants to be in a mall.

Years of talking to television screens like it was our best friend. When we always beat Steve looking for Blue’s clues and we were watching football headed heroes before Stewie was even thought of. Television made us feel better because we could always guess what that outline formed and Pokemon taught us to be the very best that no one ever was! Even though we couldn’t leave our home at 10 to travel the world with a pet that could kill you if it wanted to yet still stayed cute. And even now, when we flip our caps back…we fucking mean business.

Our minds were laboratories with test tubes and our imagination gave birth to our friends and greatest enemies while our digits danced on joysticks and controllers. Days when getting down and dirty…meant getting down and dirty. Before we were too old for anything and before slutty was a costume.

Because too often I think…I don’t ever want to grow up.