We love nostalgia

Is it just my generation, or has every generation freaked out about the trinkets of its childhood? I posted a picture of a relic of my youth on Pinterest recently, and in a day or two it had been re-pinned more than 100 times. I understand why. The older I get, the more important that kid junk is to me. It reminds me of a time when neon colors excited me, when love songs on the radio hinted at a romantic future I didn’t understand, when my greatest goal was collecting the entire set of Happy Meals toys.

It seems silly that a picture of perfume would conjure up such feelings — of being hopeful and lovesick and awkward and nervous — but it happens. And so here I’ve collected some of the things that fling me back to a time before I knew anything about anything. See if this works for you, too. (Just a note: This probably works best if you were born in the late 70s or early 80s and grew up as a girl. I have a limited world view.)

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