#childhood-memories

#childhood-memories

I'm drawn to the overlooked visuals of pop and internet culture - meme formats, outdated logos, bootleg toys, awkward mascots, strange branding, and digital leftovers.

As a child of refugees settling in Australia after the second world war, I experienced the searing poverty that myriads of displaced people dealt with as they tried to rebuild lives in far away, unfamiliar places.

VHS and DVD recaps were once the only way to relive championship seasons, offering curated collections of game highlights and player interviews that engaged fans.

Despite my careful preparations, I had indeed said something weird. Something I hadn't thought about for decades. Something that inspired at least four audible gasps.

Juliet, only six years old in 2006, chose Álex González as her favorite Red Sox player primarily for his fun last name rather than his performance.

Mystic Girls have an unbreakable bond, lasting through life, and many campers dreamed of sending their own daughters to the 99-year-old camp, revered like Jesus.

In the 1980s, exotic foreign exchange students roamed a housing estate in west Dublin, often wearing brightly colored sweatshirts and displaying a carefree attitude.

Jordan recalls fond memories of their dad, saying, "We still go to that location and we sit at the exact table that we used to."

The McNuggets are a symbol of my (and many others') childhoods. They represent simpler, albeit less flavorful times, but there's something about biting into that McDonald's-flavored exterior that's a surefire recipe for a punch of nostalgia.

Yasmin Khan's 'Sabzi' emphasizes the central role of fresh herbs in Iranian cuisine, where they are featured prominently rather than merely as garnishes.

Reading Kenneth Grahame's The Wind in the Willows instilled in me a lifelong love for literature, shaped by my mother's voice during stormy evenings in our mining town.

If you can afford a trampoline and have a spare room in the house, you should pad the room and have your kids jump in there instead.

The moment I saw the piece by Whitaker featuring me as a child, I developed a lifelong affection for The New Yorker.

"In Langa we had a four-way street, he says, his face crinkling with the memories. On the right-hand side of the street the tar wasn't done so nicely and we used to call it Karachi because the ball would bounce funny."

“Making my own OREO cookie was a lot of fun... It was a full-circle moment. I wanted to find a way for it to feel comforting and have a bit of nostalgia from my childhood.”

Sudeikis recounted a childhood ride with his uncle George Wendt in a new BMW, highlighting the bond and memories that shaped his view of acting.

That moment taught me that feeling loved, accepted, and safe meant being good. Because to my body and brain, goodness was the solution to protect me from ever getting in trouble again.

The early introduction of home video game consoles, like the Atari, revolutionized access to gaming, eliminating the social pressures of arcades such as queueing and intimidation.

I associated the circus more with a combination of awe and fear than laughter and conviviality, shaped by childhood memories and Wim Wenders' poignant film.

My earliest reading memory being taught to read by my father using a primer called The Radiant Way inspired my love for literature and writing.

The rapper has always opted to stay close to where it all began, expressing a sentimental attachment to the memories associated with Detroit.

As I reflect on my many trips, it's apparent that my emotional connection to Disney has withstood the test of time, despite changes in the parks and my life.

When I was four years old, I had lost one of my favorite toys, so my mom searched the entire house but still couldn't find it. Days later, she was flipping through old photo albums on her bed when I walked into the room holding my lost toy. She asked me where I found it because she had gone through my room. I told her, 'The nice old lady found it and gave it to me.' She told me I was imagining things because we were alone in the house. But she said I was insistent that an older lady talked to me, smiled, and gave me my toy.

"This woman literally raised me! I watched Little Bear growing up, then read Gregor the Overlander, then became obsessed with Hunger Games. I just read a new Hunger Games book this week!"

Christmas in Guyana wasn't complete without a masquerade band. It was a powerful childhood memory, marking the end of a tradition tied to independence.