Just this new commercial "Child of the 90s". Boy does time go by fast or what. Now that I am all grown up, it seems the best times in life were most from my childhood. It would be pretty awesome to take a time machine and go back to the past and see yourself from the outside in. One thing for sure, life was so simple and innocent back then.
Military Officer or Police Officer?
I miss the feeling like all the possibilities in the world are endless. I miss making lemonade stands and selling lemonade with a sign that we're going to save all the animals in the world with the proceeds. I miss riding my bike or rollerskating around the neighborhood for hours on end, only coming home for food....yes among the many bad memories there are some good ones...but I wouldn't turn back time and do it again that's for sure.
Never left it.
Not my childhood so much as my college years. I'd try to get laid a bit more than I was.
I don't miss my childhood as much as I miss the i could do anything i wanted feeling. I didn't worry over the tomorrow. I took chances, tried new things, and didn't worry over consequences.
I had an absolutely horrific childhood. My mother dropped me off at an asylum for 5 years because she didn't want to be bothered with children. That's 5 birthdays and 5 Christmases without so much as a phone call. It was hardly a "simpler" time and was miles from "innocent." It was dauntingly complex and I spent my days studying the sociological hierarchy of the tiny environment that was my life for my entire adolescence.
What I remember the most from my childhood was being raised by the television. (Perhaps why I'm pursuing my Master's in Media Studies.) I retained every commercial jingle and every obscure television reference from age 10-18.
When I moved out I took a strong position on mass media, gave away my television and radio, and haven't touched one in 13 years. (The last Simpsons episode I saw was "The Telltale Head.")
I've spent my adult years collecting childhood things, perhaps in an effort to re-construct the childhood I never had. Jim Henson was an innovator, a role model, and a hero from my youth, so I've collected over 40 Jim Henson-related records, and 360 television shows, movies, ad spots, and specials connected to the man - right down to his existential college art film.
Looking around my room I see Fraggle dolls, 15 volumes of the Sesame Street Treasury, and other childhood favorite items living happily beside my "grown-up" items like Hofstadter's Gödel Escher Bach, Cage's 50th anniversary edition of Silence: Lectures and Writings, my silver and china set, etc.
Perhaps the most iconic example of my child/adult coexistence is my Fisher Price wind-up "Record Player" (music box) that shares a shelf with my Denon DP-60L Rosewood turntable and McIntosh amplifier. I will never sell that little music box.
My childhood was bleak and dismal, but I refuse to grow up completely. Sure I'll give lectures around the city on experimental sound art and music history, but when I get home I'll cue up Ernie singing, "I Don't Want to Live On The Moon" before I turn it for bed.
Never forget that, "Elmo loves you!"