Nostalgia…

Disclaimer: Extremely unorganised thought process at work. 

Last evening, Johnny and I decided to catch the animated remake of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Sitting in the cinema hall, we realised that out of the 20 odd people who actually turned up, we were pretty much the only 2 guys over 12. We were the only ones who exclaimed ‘Awesome!‘ or laughed at the one liners. We were the only ones who actually enjoyed the flick.

Nostalgia is a funny thing. It makes it look like the ‘good old days‘ were actually really good. It makes you look back and regress at a much simpler time (not that things are complicated or anything now) when most things revolved around TV and school and friends.

Sitting there and watching TMNT made me feel like a kid again. Weird as it sounds, I remember a lot of these random incidents from my childhood…most of them involving some element of pop culture or the other. My bro and I would tape theme songs from TV shows and play them back over and over again. We even had our own make believe game where we were heroes…with a strong enough plot that would rival most of the crap on TV these days.

I remember being glued to Wonder Years (Fred Savage…aaaanyone?) when we got cable and even wanting to be like Raphael from TMNT.

Growing up happens in a heartbeat. One day you’re in diapers, the next day you’re gone. But the memories of childhood stay with you for the long haul. I remember a place, a town, a house like a lot of other houses, a yard like a lot of other yards, on a street like a lot of other streets. And the thing is, after all these years, I still look back, with wonder.

                                  -Narrator, Final episode of The Wonder Years

What did we grow up into? Remarkable kids who grew up to be unremarkable adults.