It’s no secret that I’m a nostalgia hoarder. I’ve mentioned it about five billion times before but here I am mentioning it again because lately, I can’t stop. A few months ago, my sister and I went up to our parent’s attic to go through our old toys. We threw away maybe 1%. The rest we neatly packaged back into their proper containers and said “until next time.”
You see, my sister and I were not reckless, destructive children. We treasured our toys and treated them like they were alive. We never put our barbies in the mud or cut our doll’s hair, that would be mean. We were not mean to our toys, just to each other.
I even brought a few toys home, just a few extra special treasures that had gotten lost in the recesses of my mind and made me feel warm and fuzzy inside.
The buck doesn’t stop there. In addition to hoarding all old toy memorabilia (including old tubes of lipsmaker’s chapstick), I also have things like my first grade valentines and a small treasure chest of my baby teeth. You may be thinking, “Gross, baby teeth.” I agree, the teeth totally gross me out. They are brown around the edges and some even have parts of my gums still attached (shudder). But what am I supposed to do with them? Throw them out? Throwing out my baby teeth seems wrong (and a bit horrifying). I told my friend Elizabeth about it and she made some remark about not wanting to be the one holding the garbage bag when it rips and a handful of baby teeth fall out. That was funny.
To further my obsession with remembering the 90s, I am a frequenter of the blog appropriately named “I’m Remembering” and an avid follower of The 90s Life on Twitter. Here are a few gems I’ve found through their archives (click image for source).
FYI: I could go on for days.
I only hope Waylon is as fond of his childhood as I am (but maybe without the baby teeth).
Are you a nostalgia hoarder? Do you have your baby teeth? I know I’m not alone.