First off, literally anyone who was anyone read Stellaluna:
And today, we twentysomethings draw a direct correlation between being diagnosed with anxiety and playing with these popping things:
Three words: FRENCH. BREAD. PIZZA.
We all wanted Arnold’s room on Hey Arnold!:
Everybody owned The Rugrats Movie on orange VHS:
We all had this rug in our classrooms, but never actually played with toy cars on it:
WE ALL READ AMELIA BEDELIA and I have no further comment at this time:
When we lost a tooth, the nurses also gave us these lil’ Tooth Savers:
We did this whenever we had unsupervised access to a needle:
BRAIN QUEST, BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Everyone drew landscapes like so:
And we learned math with these cube-y things:
Quite literally everyone had this *iconic* Fisher-Price castle:
And this pencil case, don’t @ me!!!!!!!!!!!!!
We all collectively agreed that this was the “good” ice:
And thought our teachers’ pull-down maps were low-key cool:
WE PLAYED THIS GAME AT THE BEACH ON VACATION AND GOT SAND IN THE VELCRO PART:
We all read The Boxcar Children and kind of wanted to run away and live in a boxcar but didn’t want to openly admit that because it was kinda problematic:
This windshield Lego was omnipresent throughout our formative years:
We all did this with our lil’ macaronis:
Zaboomafoo was honestly our first venture into nature ASMR:
We all wanted to go to Nickelodeon Studios:
And lastly, we had a deep fear and reverence for Miss Viola Swamp: