Adulting has its share of pitfalls. Bills, the usual 9-5 office job, and general angst of tomorrow doesn’t leave much time to relax. When you’re young, you have no responsibilities and are ignorant of the world around you. I remember spending all weekend watching cartoons with a large bottle of Coca-Cola and an even larger bag of potato chips not far from reach. I could easily do the same, but when you’re inching towards 30, you know you’re not the invincible munchkin of yesteryear. I still occasionally drink a can of Coke and have myself a bag of potato chips. Nostalgia, after all, is potent.
I tend to get flashbacks to a very specific range of years from 1995-2000. I consider those the best years of being carefree without a worry or doubt in my mind. My mom and dad had not walked down the path to routine bickering and everyone I loved was still close to me — no one had to go yet. It might sound silly, but I remember pre-school every time I bite into a doughnut or have a bowl of Frosted Flakes. If you grow up in a Chinese family, you don’t have such luxuries aside from the typical assortment of food found at dim sum.
Who wouldn’t want to feel like a kid again?