I was 22 in 1993. I’d been married 1 year to the person I would divorce in 2012. We were great partners and very much in love back then. We change over time. By the time we split up, we’d both become so different and the break was amicable. We knew it was time. But 20 years still makes two people care for each other even if they don’t love each other anymore. Since then, I met the love of my life, my truest, deepest soulmate. So incredibly happy with her. Every night felt like a party, every weekend a vacation. It was like two 4 year olds getting to play together and be best friends. There’s nothing like unconditional love. I found out it’s real and she taught me to love that way. Bliss. Pure bliss. Suddenly one morning, after 6 years together, she suddenly died. It destroyed me. Tore me to the ground. I didn’t want to live, every waking moment was anguish for almost two years. But slowly, painfully I began to rebuild my life. I did this while not wanting to live. I guess the part of us that wants to stay sometimes is stronger than the part that wants to leave. Today, when I think of 1993, I’m more like that 22 year old than I’ve been in a very long time. I found peace the last place I ever expected, inside myself, and with myself. Advice from an old guy - don’t go chasing happiness. It’s not a state of being, it’s an emotion. It’s as fleeting as any of them. Chase peace. It’s a long journey, but one that gets better and better. You’ll appreciate the time spent. In 1993 I spent a lot of nights awake and alone, in peace. It was the only time I could relax, not feel under the gun from expectations. I could be myself in that quiet night time. I can’t stay up all night anymore. But that peaceful night is right inside you. It may be very hard work and take time, but you can find it too. Especially if you’re fortunate enough to have had someone teach you what it is to be truly loved. And then, try to love yourself that way. You depend on you. You might reach a point where all you have is you. Be very kind to yourself. Learn to be a best friend to yourself. Because when you find yourself alone on a long night when no one else is awake, it’s so very good to know, you have a friend. Much peace. 😌💜✨
If this is 1993, then I know I was up when everyone else was asleep. I wish for each one of you to know peace, and have love. That's all that's important in this life. Not money, not fame, not success, not all the petty things that we think about, and do. May you all get what your heart desires, and have a wonderful night.
In 1993 I was 10 years old, worried about the world and my place in it, and how I'd pass the time to get from here to there, but your sentiment is what lay at the core of everything for me even then. Let's all just...chill. We can be okay if we want to.
Born in 1985 and I remember in 1993 I would set an alarm clock for 1 AM on a weekday, turn on radio 3FM and make my own mixtapes of the most obscure songs they would only play at night. I loved those days and thankful they are a part of my childhood. I still have those cassette tapes as well. 🙏
Born in 1990 here, I also loved to listen to midnight radio when I was a kid/teen. Not 1993 but more like early 2000s for me though. Those nights just felt different. Knowing that everyone's asleep and you're still awake. There's a different kind of silence and serenity there. I also loved to read a book during this time. It was a magical time that only a kid can experience.
That's awesome man, also born in '85 and I remember listening to some of those late night radio DJs that were playing the most obscure stuff... I wish I still had some tapes from that era!
Same. The 90's was the best time of my life. I graduated in '95 so the 90's were my everything. I'm still stuck in the 90's. I play the music, love the style. Everything seemed good. Before 9/11, before school shootings. It was the best!
As a girl from Poland, my 90s were so full of hope. Poland just regained freedom when I was born, so everyone were full of hope and were looking towards the future. I remember reading french Larousse children encyclopedia, where authors showed such technological progress, NASA shuttle missions, discoveries ... Michael Jackson came to Poland, it was a huge thing, he was all over the TV news :D Such peacefull time, really.
I think that the 90s were the last time to grow up and build real relationships. We had no internet nor generalized narcissism. Pictures were taken to record memories, not to get likes. Now, I feel lucky and hopeless with the world at the same time. I was a kid, then a teenager, back then. I wish I had lived my adulthood there as well.
The internet is such a scary, depressing and angry place. But every once in awhile you stumble upon a comment section like this where complete strangers share their inner most personal stories. Stories of love and happiness and struggle and hurt. And nearly every subcomment beneath it is one of encouragement and love and a similar openness. What a beautiful sight. Maybe there is hope for us after all.
I've found the mostly good people with good hearts and moral character frequent the stuff that the narcissists find "boring" like this video. That's good news for the rest of us~ Be well and enjoy~
@@jaked214 comments sections like these are my gardens of zen and peace. And yes, I was a kid back in 93. It was a great time to be alive and that decade was basically one big party too.
@@ChocolateMonster84hey look - another 84 ;) it was a beautiful time to be a kid. Nobody can take it away from us, at least. But kids now … they deserved so much better.
I was 18 in 1993 - I had just moved to Glasgow. We went out a lot. I remember winning 10 quid on a scratch card and it being enough to get on the beer that night. I'm 50 in January, I still go back to Glasgow and hang out with 2 or 3 pals I met in 93, great guys ❤ I see them maybe 3 or 4 times a year still
I was 2 in 1993. My mom had just moved her and I to New York. I could only imagine her nonstop grind between working and going to nursing school. I could only her imagine her looking at me while I slept wondering if her hard work would pay off. It did. I love you, mom.
The stars could not have aligned better for me. I was in my 30s in the 90s living in SF. Friends, career,love,art,music and culture had reached its peak. So much fun. No real worries at the time. It was a time for just living.
Dude, same. This has been such a long read down the rabbit hole. I love reading about people thinking about what this music reminds them of. Seems weird to have grown up in those times as someone born in ‘91.
The 90s is the news 70s, isnt it? I remember people from the 70s who said it wasnt as awesome as we imagined. But i can tell you that the 90s were everything you hear about. A golden era that i only got to experience as a kid.
The 90’s were my middle/high school years. I do remember how the 70’s were HUGE in the 90’s. It was a very unique time. When the american flag/national anthem would come on to close out the tv broadcasts for the night, I would then lay in bed, listen to the radio, and dream about the future ✨🌘
The 80's and 90's were the two best decades. As wonderful as the internet is it ripped something from us that we will never get back. When the 2000s rolled around with all the new social media and then the smartphones we lost a bit of humanity.
Wasnt alive in 1993, only born in 2001. My mom was a 90s teen though. Always having stories from then, its a decade that always makes me think of her! She died 7 years ago, and I found myself deep into 90s nostalgia . Its like being closer to her again somehow. ❤❤❤❤ Sorry for the rant
in 1993 i was 18 and i fell in love for the first time. he took his own life in 2011. i see now that every day i spent with him was a gift. i'm still sorry i couldn't ease his pain. i thought he would make it through this life. but he had suffered for too long. he was a beautiful person. he showed me the things he loved and gave me so many things that became intrinsic parts of who i am. i'm grateful to have known him and i will always wish he was here on earth. there's so much i would tell him if i could.
I’m sorry for your loss. A friend of mine died in a car crash at 17 in 2004. It’s hard to believe he’s been gone for 20 years and dead longer than he was alive, it’s also hard to believe he never experienced social media or smart phones.
Man coming to the comments section of these kind of video me realise how somewhere or another our problems and worries are the same, you are not alone ✌️
Grew up in the 90s, I remember summers being so amazing, actually hanging with my friends, patrolling the neighborhood on bicycles. I also remember boredom. Days sitting on the porch, man I miss being bored. It's all input overload, now.
whether you're 31, 61 or 91 now, I'm happy you are here and you can tell us how it really was back then. thank you for sharing what you felt. i hope life has brought you moments worth keeping with you, and if not, just always remember that i am proud of you for making it till here. Never stop sharing your stories.
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Beautiful words. I appreciate the fact that someone like you exists.
i was somewhere in the cosmos in 1993, waiting for my turn to arrive in ‘99. i wish i could have felt what you all have articulated. i wish you love and peace always
You probably felt similar in the mid 2000s or early 2010s. And one day people will have nostalgia for the 2020s again. We just have to try to make the best out of every moment. Love and peace to you ♥
One of my earliest memories is going to school on 1st of jan, 1993 (i was born in 1987) and the teacher writing "1/1/93" on the blackoard & telling us "we would write 93 from from today, the year has changed" and i was so happy. It was the first time "the year had changed" for me. It was like God gifted a whole year to me, lots of days as gifts, to ne opened one at a time. I can still see the sunlit field outside my classroom window, feel cold air, smell the cheap rubber we used for eraser. . Life didnt quite turn out rhe way id thought it would, but i know that ive known happiness . It was in the 90s.
Yo I literally made a short comment about the same thing! Old lady teacher Mrs McDermott wrote 1992 on the CHALK board and we were learning our months. I was intrigued how 1992 would become 1993 I was unaware of years or months prior to that . And yeah sometimes life don't turn out it. Had big dreams back then. Now I sleep in my pickup truck because it's my house now.
I was also born in 87. I thought my childhood sucked back then, and probably did compared to a lot of people, but let my tell you brother, I wish I was back then 😅
I was an insomniac in the 90s. This was definitely the vibe. Depressing and lonely. Then we got connected in the 2000s. That was super dope. Then we got distracted in the 2010s. Now we're... chatting with AI at 1am because no one understands us.
Remember how they told us that the internet was going to bring us all closer together? The end of loneliness? And here we are. Take good care of yourself.
@@sarah45737Yes and it's kinda cool that we're all touching this same point on the web right here and sharing our inspired thoughts, feelings and stories. Lonely, yes. Connected by something that eclipses time and space in a beautiful way - also yes. I'm grateful for this thread of inspired and interesting sharing. I feel less lonely and also comforted hearing people's stories that are so relatable. I feel the resonance between us all, and that's very cool✨
I was 6 in 1993. No internet, no cellphones, big monitor tv's with wooden chests, smoking cars, smoking people, colorful clothing and hairstyles similair as it was in the 80's. The world was a big place for me back then. I remember looking at a calendar of that year, thinking that a year is such a long time. At that age, time really seems to go so much slower than when you grow up. When I think about the 80's and the 90's it's all nostalgia.. I wonder if people feel the same way about the 00's and the 2010's when they grow up. Would not be suprised. Its probably a generational thing
Indeed, I see the 00's and the early 10's in the same light. That's why I know that, as crazy as it sounds, someone will eventually feel the same way about the 20's...
I grew up in the 0s and I have a lot of nostalgia. We live in complex times that can feel very oppressive and dark so I think we naturally look back to when we were kids and life felt a lot lighter and a lot simpler. I do think that modern kids going forward will have nostalgia for their childhood too, I just think they'll have more nostalgia for the digital world which is something I myself experience sometimes when I see a meme from 15 years ago or something.
I was 6. Loving my life with my mom and dad, i didn't know it was all going to change with tears and fear in just a little while. I still remember the smell of the rain at home. Take it all in, you never know when it will become 'the good old days' ❤
I was a little baby in 1993. We just moved from our home in Puerto Rico to a small apartment in Miami. My brother (11) and sister (14) were learning English to keep up with their schoolwork. My parents worked multiple jobs to give us a good life. And I was blissfully unaware that a world outside of my family existed. I barely remember the 90’s. But the few things I can remember were so warm and colorful. I wish I could have experienced the 90’s the way my brother and sister did. The 90’s felt safer and happier. A time before 9/11, school shootings, social media algorithms, the erosion of democracy worldwide, constant content consumption, or this dread that so many of us feel but can’t quite define.
That is a great way to describe both Puerto Rico and Miami in 1993: warm and colorful. I spent a good deal of 1991, 1992, and 1993 in both San Juan and Miami, eating pollo asado, ropas viejas, drinking batidos, and eating pastelitos de guayaba.y queso. I do not speak Spanish, but I remember walking on the beaches in Carolina and getting coco helado from the vendor on Isla Verde, and salsa dancing at the El San Juan until 2 AM, then waking up the next day at noon and eating Cuban food at the Metropole restaurant across the street the next day. Most of my time in Miami was spent in South Beach, but I don't remember any of the names of the restaurants where I ate or even the clubs where we went out dancing. I just remember that powder-soft sand and warm crystal blue water that felt so nice to swim in. 9/11 definitely changed everything...and life has seemed to go downhill since then, which is sad. Thank you for bringing back beautiful memories~
I was 9 in '93. While I never stayed up late at home, I did often go on state-wide road trips, so there were moments in the trip I'd be up at 3-5am. I'd get waken up by my parents switching over drivers, and I had these dream-like glimpses of empty gas stations, hotel parking lots, and rest areas. Sometimes we got down at them to stretch out, get food, or use the restroom. It felt like I was sleepwalking sometimes, especially if it was raining or snowing. Then I'd go back to the car and listen to my cassette player, listening to what I brought from home or if I was lucky, I'd catch a stray signal out there from some local obscure station. I'd listen until I fell back asleep.
Wow, your story made me remember some of my own memories of overnight road trip travels with my family. I hadn't thought of them in years, and definitely remember the late-night groggy moments of waking up in some unknown place and then trying to go back to sleep. Thanks for the rewind :)
In 1993 I was was about 12 years old. My mom passed away. One of the looping images here reminds me of that time. Everyone here respect your mother and father. Life is precious. ❤
Sometimes I feel like something has changed. The world is different. The people are different... maybe I'm different too. I often think about a time when cell phones and social media didn't exist. No screens. Just the real world and real people right in front of you. The old world. It's just nice to think about sometimes.
I was just out last night down town & people walking down the streets looking at their phones…..smh Like wtf ! Your out , put that phone away & enjoy your night …. So sad … I long for the good ole days
awesome times, i remember going out with friends to play at the town football field and dont return home until it was dinner time. No one could contact us if not by coming physically at the football field. i was 8, life with no phones was surely better for human connections.
Love to everybody. We are gonna make this world beautiful! What else? Nothing else! Go for it! Run! Stay Fit! Stay Healthy! Stay Vibrant! Share the love! Give! Be Yourself! Forgive! Let it all be!
i was 10 yrs young and i could vividly remember how revolutionary life was at that time with tech stuffs poppin up, creeping up on our innocence .. we still enjoyed going out, playing with neighbour, riding our bicycles along the beach and just watchin our golden hours at 6pm and back home, waiting for our cartoon to show up after news at 8...Life was pretty much Epic and genuinely FUN back in those 90s. I wish for everyone to always have that bit of memories to keep us happy inside. stay safe yall
Damn... This did hit hard. Good old times indeed. Analog, simpler times. There were video games, but they were also simpler and unpretentious. Well said, my friend.
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Thank you for the beautiful words, Aaron. You are a good soul.
We are the same age and this was it right here. U said it perfectly. The technology was dumb enough that it didn't consume us. We used it for a time, then we would go out. When I pass around this time is where I will go. I will wake up and my mom will be alive reading the paper and drinking coffee.
@@GabeBars best part of that video game tech is that it still works. It feels like a lifetime ago that they were made, and it's crazy they're still working when the modern consoles have more problems....just because they're more complex. Really do miss that simpler tech 😪
More than the music the comments section is a bliss to read... Filled with nostalgia, pain, happiness, hope and encouragement. Love the energy and the stories everyone has shared. I was 11 then, my Dad had started a new factory in his small hometown and so we moved from a big city to a very small town. I used to go out to play till it was dark and spend hours talking to friends. No cell phones, no internet and no social media. You had to meet your friends to chit chat and play outdoors. No one supervised us and no one worried about our safety. I didn't know the language in my dad's hometown so was always treated like an outsider, but it wasn't that everyone was mean. Most were kind and friendly and have good warm memories. My Dad passed away this year... Thinking abouy the guts he had to take risks and his hunger for success makes me feel proud of you Dad. In the final years we weren't on talking terms and had long periods where we didn't speak. I regret it Dad..... I remember hearing you come back home driving your loud motorcycle in childhood Dad..... I wish I can go back to the 93 just one last time and see you walk in Dad... Miss you Dad.. Will always love you Dad.
@FloraWhoFloraMe2727 you have taken time out of your day to show kindness to a complete stranger in pain, I am thankful for your kind words.. Wish you a long beautiful life.
Sorry for your loss. I was 11 in 93 too. I couldn't imagine losing my parents so young. May these memories and music give you some comfort. Praying that you see him again on the other side.🙏🏽
To anyone reading this, I wish that your burdens lighten and your stresses fade away. May the dark thoughts and overthinking be replaced with clarity and calmness. May peace and tranquility fill your life.
@@donniecatalanothey're a bit verbose (just like I'm accidentally doing right now), but, meh. Doesn't harm anyone. It's like I ate and read half a dozen fortune cookies at once without that dry, crappy taste. And with that, I wish you... a day. Make of them what you will, good/bad/ugly/neutral; and may you have many.
@@guentermcbuenter2651 do people really people read a "pre-cooked" comment that is there just to harvest likes... and think "aaahh thank you for your kind words" LOL
@@donniecatalano lolol. Generally speaking, no, I would hope not. But, we both know the score here. Toxic positivity does exist and not just as an oxymoron. I'm with ya on that. If I HAD to say one nice thing, in good faith, regarding this phenomena, well, here goes: I'd rather see some generic copypasta of "sweet nothings" effectively whispered here (let's be real: into the void, effectively) than the countless "inspirational quotations" pages and accounts that sprung up and had a heyday about, idk, 10 years ago. Now, I love a meaningful quote or two (or zillion) and I keep my copy of Bartlett's on the coffee table. I very much disliked the spread of misattributed or badly paraphrased or entirely out of context quotations. And a very special dislike of the ones that cranked out junk I'd describe as "yay. here's a pulpy stock photo of nature/blahblahblah, overlayed with that garbage?" (Still with me, here? Cool. I'll start wrapping this up soon.) I'd consider that a paragraph of positivity word salad doesn't do a lot of good, but ultimately does less of the "opposite of good" for the world conpared to, say, my punching bag right now: dumb "quotes pr0n" peddlers. As for the contents of the root comment above: idr remember any single line full or in part or the account who did it for the joy of Fake Internet Points. In fact, you've convinced me to take my upvote of it back. To me, it's still nothing more than small talk with a rando next in line and I'm OK with that. Kinda like what I'm doing now, although I apologize for how long I blabbed on just now. At the end of the day: world keeps spinnin', some silly goose gets to eat FIPs for breakfast while certainly worse things happen all the time around in the world.
in '93 I was up until the break of dawn, yes yes y'all - I was 23 years old in NY-damn good times. Right before the Internet came in and changed life and culture forever. This is a period of time I lived through but is not a shared experience with people born after Internet (1991) and iPhone (2007) have no idea what life was like without those things in your face all damn day - different times children, very different times.
Yup. Agreed. Unfortunately nowadays people are always on their phones. Old and young. It’s a damn shame. Though it’s surprising how many older people use their phones… Technology addiction discriminates against no one… Sad. Wish I could turn back time.
Early 90s Manhattan was a total BLAST. All the clubs, all the concerts, and they began to clean up the heroin needles out of Bryant Park in 1991, it opened in '92, and Monday night Movies began the summer of '93. Cobain was still alive, and Nirvana was the hottest band there was. Rollerblading around Central Park. Gym membership at the Vertical Club. So many weekends spent in the East Village. Jeff Buckley was playing live at Cafe Sine. Brunch at 4 PM at Yaffa Cafe, Ludlow Cafe, and turkey burgers with tahini sauce at Dojos on St. Marks. The Green Market at Union Square, along with Live Bait, and Coffee Shop (open 24 hours). Down the Jersey Shore for the early part of the summer, and out in the Hamptons in the later part of summer. The WTC buildings were still standing tall and silent, like sleeping giants watching over the rest of the city. Eating soft-serve vanilla, cherry dipped ice cream rolled in chocolate sprinkles from the Mister Softee truck. Seinfeld was at it PEAK in popularity. Mtv's The Real World had it's second season of filming, but music videos were still the main event. The first episode of Beavis and Butthead aired. Radiohead released Pablo Honey. Nine Inch Nails played Madison Square Garden 3 nights in a row that December. There was NOT ONE single Starbucks to be found, but Gap stores were all over the city. The latest foreign and indie films were at the Angelika. Jurassic Park opened at the Ziegfeld. Man, I could go on...and on...and on...and it was a great time to be alive~
I was 23. Moved from Tokyo to New York in 1989 when I was 19. After 15 years in New York, went back to Tokyo in 2004 when I was 34. Last year, in 2023, I left Tokyo again and moved to South Florida. I’m 54 now.
In 1993 I was working my dream job in animation...only it wasn't what I thought it would be like. There was a lot of politics and competition in the workplace. So I left and ran away to SF to achieve another dream, going to art school. I graduated when I was 30 in 1998. San Francisco was magical then, affordable, clean, friendly. I lived in a converted beauty palor 6 blocks from the school, which overlooked Alcatraz. The school was open 24/7 so I would work all night long with my boyfriend and walk home in the dark, quiet, safe night. As much as I loved those times, my life is great now as well. I'm back in school and thriving. Enjoy remembering the past but also appreciate the present.
1993, fresh out of high school. We talked to each other, read books and magazines, hung out smoking cigs playing hacky sack, and listened and talked about music . Music was precious, bands were mysterious.
People don't have appreciation for music as an art form the way they used to. Everything is "ambiance" now.. In the 90's we would have called Billy Eilish elevator music.
I was 18... And life seemed like it could be start to be amazing any day... But it never happened... I'm 49, I live alone and never thought my life would be this. Hold your loved ones closer. It all ends so quickly.
Hi, I can't tell you how much I relate. I was 16 in 1993,....I think with us being a little kid in the 80s...we were introduced to life with the expectation that everything was there for the taking and growing up would be awesome. Some time after 9/11 I think everything started sliding downhill
I was 12 and would wake up at 3 and just spin the radio dial for hours. On am and fm . It was like an adventure for new music. Like for instance the quiet storm. Lived that particularly. Just a little ramblin story
The 90's was about true freedom. Dancing, drugging and loving. I loved every minute of it. I'm 49 now, thinking about pensions, retirement, bills and even death. My greatest joy today is my grandson who is 2. I chase contentment, not joy or happiness. I've had those emotions, usually followed with pain, healing and growth. If i had one piece of advice for any younger person today it would be to not care about what people think of you. Its all a mirage. You do you regardless. Love and light always friends❤❤❤❤
Both are part of life. The careless freedom, and the bills and laundry. After the ecstasy, the laundry. Great book by Jack Kornfield. I sound like an ad, but genuinely an amazing book as people think life should only be the good parts and it's not supposed to be the other. Both are life.
Born in 92. I remember 97-99 very well. It was an experience. The magic decade. I still enjoy the hobbies and movies and music from my childhood shown to me by my parents. Autism is cool like that.
I was 6 years old in 1993. Bedtime was pretty early back then being so young, but i would always stay up until late into the night. A night owl even back then. Id lay in bed, looking out of my window at all the cars going by, the lit up buildings. The world was sooo big and magical back then. I would try to imagine what everyone's life was like out there with my 6 year old knowledge of the world. Everyone was probably an astronaut or an army guy like my dad. I'd look up at the sky and wonder which plane lights were spaceships and which one was Santa. A much, much easier and uncomplicated time in life. You thought you could be anything! I think back often on the little me that was so in awe of the everything, full of imagination and and actual wonderment. I know he's still in there somewhere. I'd give anything to go back and be that me again.
In 1993 I was 12 years old. I was playing my Gameboy, Megadrive and still getting joy from my C64. I was a lucky kid. I’m so nostalgic for those care free times.
I had a Game Gear, still have it. Had a captain's bed and It had a cabinet underneath and I would crawl into it because it was super dark and that was the best way to see the screen😂😂
90s baby here. I remember staying with my aunt in Mexico while my mom worked long hours. She was my mom's older sister. I loved staying with her. She would always make me laugh with her silly jokes. Take me with her to go do errands around town. Take me to her friend's kids birthday parties. She was wonderful. I never saw her angry. I never saw her sad. Always with a beautiful smile. I loved her just as if not more than my own mother. In 1998, She passed away from kidney failure. Four days before my seventh birthday. The cake that was at my birthday party was bought and payed by her a week before her passing.
I was 10 in 93. My family lived 20 miles from anywhere, in the Texas Hill Country. Down the road there lived an elderly throuple of hippies and late at night the sound of strange music would drift in on the breeze through my open window. They had traveled the world and absorbed every beauty and made their own little paradise for just the three of them. My extremely conservative grandparents invited them to Christmas one year. They decorated our gate with strands of origami birds wrapped among the Christmas lights. They had more class than anyone ive ever met to this day. They were older than my grandparents; im sure theyve since past on from this world. Probably still traveling together somewhere. Strange music drifting in on the breeze over the hills and the tree tops. 1993.
I was studying at college in 1993...and the Internet is still in its infancy....music was awesome...Duran Duran, Roxette, Ace of Base...arcades....darn...miss those time really....funny....
Son las 04:37 am en Ciudad de México. Nací en 1993 y puedo sentir la nostalgia del tiempo que pasa corriendo por mi mente que no puede dormir. La vida es un sueño y los sueños eso son.
In ‘93, I was sleeping in my parents room, afraid of the dark, enthralled with the street lights dancing between the openings in the shade, thinking about being where I am on my way to now. I can’t believe I’m almost there! Sending love and a massive amount of hope to all reading this!
I was born in the later end on the 90’s. I was clearly non existent in 93 but I am so glad to have found this comment section. It brought me immense joy to read all the comments getting a teeny tiny peep in everyone’s life
I was just 5 in 1993 and remember only my first conscious observations: guitar music on the radio (so rare today), optimism after the fall of the Soviet Union (that's gone), craziness of rapid changes in my beloved Poland, my dad needing to go abroad to earn more on a construction site in Greece, than as a renowned scientist back home. He's gone now, and I wish to thank him and my mum for the 90s that they built for me and my brother - safe, optimistic, full of novelty, Lego blocks and CDs with music being such a treat, making own casettes from the radio, listening to Vangelis and Enya, recording childish "radio broadcasts" on the casette with my little brother. And stories, telling and listening to stories, reading first books, each at its own pace, no rush, no doomscrolling, not even much TV. Have great great lives, everyone, take care! ❤🩹
I have been that person sitting on the curb in the fog. In 1993, I was 13 , and loved being outside at night when no one else was around. It was so peaceful and reassuring.
I've been missing the 90s so much lately. The world was so different then. I wish I could show my kid what it was like. I hope someday the future seems brighter than the past again. Nice to dream here with you all in the meantime.
I was 9 in 1993. I was in 4th grade. It was the year after my parents got divorced. I remember playing outside, starting to get pretty good at basketball. I remember physically growing. I remember not having cares or worries, somehow knowing i would have an amazing life. Looking back on that 9 year old old boy, i can't help but love him. And be sad for him. The past 31 years, full of the joys, pains, heartbreaks, fist fights, seeing the world, witnessing the horrors of war, marriage×3, divorce×2, bringing children into the world, burying their mother. Look, im no saint. I am still a shit, and mess up every day, but i am generally happy. And thats pretty damn good enough for me. My heart goes out to that 9 year old boy, with life like a hallway full of doors all laid out before him.
93 was such a lonely year for me, I was 9 and my brother turned 13 so he stopped being a kid and started caring about teen stuff. Parents always working so I found myself alone alot, with whatever toys I had at the time. So odd to think back, somebody had to have been home but when I think back it's like the house was empty. Crazy to think about that now at almost 40
I was born in the 2000s, but this gives me such a comforting feeling. Other music can genuinely give me anxiety, but this just feels so natural. So...real.
I want to come back to this video and read all these lovely nostalgic comments since its impossible to read them in one night. Since theyre so peaceful, i would love to come back every night to read them and feel people unfiltered yet so simple memories.
1993. The year I was born, yet still remember those times...the last of the 90's. Although VERY early memories like 4 years old, I still remember my mom wearing her deep red lipstick. I'd sit on the sink and watch her get ready. She'd put baby powder on my face lol! I remember the smell of her curling her bangs in the morning. Pouring my cereal, watching the morning news...oh YES it's a snow day!!!!!!!! The smell of her cleaning the home and all the windows open! The sound of the trees blowing in the wind, the warm summer air filling the home! Mixed with the smell of lemon cleaning products lol! The moments of quiet when the golden light spills through the home...and you just lay in it. The light transports you to other amazing places in your imagination....all of those old 70's beautifully illustrated children books handed down from your cousins feed that fire or adventure inside....the cd player going with Fleet Wood Mac as your mother cooks dinner and is watching her favourite show.....that was a REALLY Good day! Kids banging on the front door to go bike around the complex, morning cartoons...life was so simple...internet wasn't a thing, so you could get lost inside of the wood grain in the walls beside your bed and you'd see a story some how inside of it. I remember as technology came into the picture, my life and self perception changed as well. Technology definitely took those quiet things away from us. We can still have those moments, yet as a Sourthern Canadian, I see the culture shifting to be more Americanized.....life isn't as simple as it was because everyone needs to have everything and be rich to feel anything anymore. Everyone wants to own a home....all I want is not to live in a basement apartment...to put on some fleetwood mac...to make a meal, and lay in the sunlight from my window and drift away like I was able to as a child..my husband and I both work full time. Where we live...we can't even afford the light of day. We work decent paying jobs....we have been living in basements since we've met each other, because we chose to live within our means. The youth just want sunlight lol!!!!!!!! Is that too much to fucking ask!!!!!!!! We aren't even young! We are 30!!!!!!!!!!!!!
@@ТаСу-ю3л Your generous comment is the kindest thing I've heard from a stranger in probably almost a year. Thank you. I guess I freak out about expectations, and treat myself horribly, not realizing what I have now. What a lovely comment. Thank you!
In 1993 I was 8 years old and living in West L.A with my family. It was the year Michael Jackson's remember the time video came out and that music was a huge deal... before the internet...all of my 3rd grade friends were talking about it the next day. MJ was one of my favorite people in the world! That was the last year we lived in L.A before we moved inland. I cried the day we moved. I really liked our house. Change is truly the only constant...but right now i just really love the atmosphere this TH-cam video has created for me and so many others.
1993 I was 13 years old. My close friends and i almost lived at each other's houses. We played video games, called girls. Went camping near our houses in the nearby forest. We didn't have a care in the world. I remember nights we'd get bored and go night fishing or terrorize the neighborhood golf course. We were always meeting up with friends and socializing. I can't imagine what it must be like being 13 in today's world. I feel sorry for my children that are 9 and 11 years old. I just want them to be children for as long as they can. Those times you can never get back.
In 1993, I was two lol, but I am grateful. I still grew up in the 90's. I knew what it was like to play outside with my friends and cousins until the streetlights came on. I know about building forts, climbing trees and getting dirty. I remember watching Living Single and thinking, "Man I can't wait to grow up!" In the dead of night, I would watch Adult Swim to catch up on anime and then as I got older, I listened to the Thunder Storm. I grew up in an era where it was okay to get messy, take chances and make mistakes. I grew up in an era where magic still existed. I'm grateful for the magic I'm able to bring into my adult life.
Reality is a shared illusion. As I tend to disagree more and more with it, I find myself feeling as if I am dreaming. The sensation overcomes me and I have trouble establishing primacy. Perhaps there is no primacy, and that is the illusion. These sounds are those that come into the interstitial space that is a buffer to the question of primacy. They require nothing, take nothing, and provide a meaningful infrastructure to which drifters can get a moment of rest.
Comment sections these day are powerful. You came for the title of the videos but sometimes you go straight to the comment sections just to get a vibe or what the vids are all about. Then you realized no matter what part of the world we come from, we have more similarities than differences between each other
I was 17 in 1993. That year was my sweet spot as I met my first love, was in the best shape of my life and had a brilliant social life. That Summer was hot in the UK; somewhere in Japan there is a picture of me and my friend on Brighton Pier in denim hotpants standing with two random middle aged Japanese men. They asked us for a photo so we obliged.😂 I'd sit on the windowsill, headphones on listening to Ace of Base's album whilst watching the stars and get up at 5am on Summer mornings to take a long walk. So many dreams back then; still trying to get there after a few knocks but i will. Look after yourselves everyone on here; love to you all x
All these smooth memories of my room, with the car track carpet, the tape player/recorder we used to record 'radio shows' with my step sister.. No computers, smartphones... Everything felt different. This time hits me hard everytime I think about it. Today everything looks hopeless, dystopian.
I was turning 6 in 1993. It's pretty close to the year in which my memories kind of started. I can't really piece together anything completely coherent, but I definitely remember how safe and warm it felt. Adults seemed to know what they were doing, society seemed to be working perfectly. There were all kinds of cool toys, gadgets and fads that just felt super exciting. I remember going to Kmart a lot and riding those little carousels for kids they had outside, and then getting a snack at their in-store deli that had like pretzels and icees and Little Caesars pizza, and then my dad and I would do those little photo booths where you get the little rectangular-shaped vertical photo reel of four different pictures. I remember messing around with Windows 3.1 and making little backgrounds out of pixels and playing my little floppy disk games because we didn't have a CD-ROM drive yet. I think I started going to piano classes that year. I miss it all.
I was born in 94, but I remember my childhood in the 90's vividly. I am currently and hypocritically lamenting when people used to go outside and play, socialize, and other events. These things still happen, of course, but it feels more disconnected since social media has become mainstream. Current life circumstances prevent me from being able to immediately start up my own communal in-person space for people to connect with others, but I'm holding out for when it can happen. This music reminds me of when I was a child, lost in my own inner dream haze of a world while exploring life with bright, new eyes. I was always a dreamer, and I still am. That will never go away. Nostalgia is like candy to me. It's good in moderation. Then I'll go back to my grind. For now, I'll swing on this proverbial swingset and enjoy the tunes. Thanks for posting, and i hope anyone who reads this has improvements in their lives. Much love. ❤❤
I yearn for the simplicity, fun, excitement and nostalgia of the 90s… I was born in 1994, but have so many fond memories of my early years. Life now has never been more isolated and lonely. Adulthood is so hard.. everyday I wish I was that kid again learning to ride a bike for the first time, or fall off trees I had climbed, or scraping my knee after falling. Playing with my siblings and even friends that I have no contact with anymore… it felt like the world was slower and your whole life ahead of you, with creativity, hope, dreams. You didn’t fear judgement from society, you were authentically yourself. It’s the little things I wish I could appreciate again like I did as a kid.
1994 dude reporting in! I feel you! My earliest memory ever (shorter than a youtube short), was confirmed to be 1996, by my mom. I remember crawling around on a colorful rug, made for children. The ones with roads, traffic lights and buildings. Perfect, when playing with toy cars. Among the radiohits, specifically from 1994, I think "Crash Test Dummies - Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm" (Featuring in Dumb, Dumber & Dumbest) has the most nostalgic power, for some reason. Thought it was boring as a child, but now I can smell the kitchen, hear the door handles and feel the vibe. Maybe it's because I never searched for it, for so long, that the "time capsule" remained pure! I hope you find a friend that wanna go for a hike, travel or whatever you feel like doing ♥
I was four in 1993, had just started school and my sister joined me (I was terrified of her because my neighbour told me she'd steal the house lol) we walked everywhere, i hadnt discovered computers yet but i remember kids swinging around ropes on lampposts in my neighborhood, the radio always being on at home rather than the TV. Taught myself to read. Had my beloved grandmother who supported me in all my creativity. I know nostalgia makes all these times rosier, I know everything terrified me back then too. The world however seemed smaller and more accessible.
The picture that got me was 6:38. I can't remember the last time I woke up early enough to just stare out my window and admire how blue pre-dawn is. I did it all the time as a kid. Didn't take a picture of it or message friends about it. Just admired it, maybe wrote a little poem to remember it. I miss being a kid in the 90s.
1993 I was in Germany as a refugee from Bosnia. I have very fond memories of Germany. We moved to LA, California in 1996 because we couldn’t obtain German papers. Now we’re American citizens. But 1993 brings back memories for sure 🫶🏻❤️
I was born in 2000. I feel nostalgia for a place I've never been. I always end up being friends with older people and my favourite movies are from the 90s too. Before sunrise by Richard Linklater encapsulates what i love about that time. That openness, that real human connection, that art. A time when humans were still humans. Yearning for each other and yearning for life.
I was 8 at that time and it was the moment i began to love music, especially that kind of electronic, and I loved been awake late at night when everybody around me and in my neighborhood was asleep, hearing the far sound of human activities, and watching the city lights were a very sweet pleasure ... even now. 1000 thanks 🙌🏼 ! I put this on my nostalgic playlist, it reminds me sooooo many souvenirs ! Weird but it's always late at night, as tonight, that I use to discover that kind of music videos on TH-cam 😅💖 And by the way thanks Aphex Twin (among many others) to have influenced so many electronic music artists 🙌🏼😁 I just can't think about him when I hear this kind of music Glory to Night and the 90's 🙌🏼🌛🙌🏼
I was born 12/31/1992 at 8:30pm ish time. I spent only a few hours in 1992.. but 1993 was the start of everything for me really. That night into morning is all I think of when listening to this. See how much I've grown and learned. Also makes me think of the moments we all capture to this year. Truly amazing and honored to be here
In 1993 I was nine years old. That was the year Jurassic Park came out, where I lived. My parents took me to see it because they knew how much I loved dinosaurs - like most kids that age. It scared the bejeebus out of me. Got up and went to the bathroom 5-7 times during the 90 or so minutes the movie took. Had nightmares about raptors for weeks, had to sleep in my parents bed most nights. At the time it scared me, but it's a memory I wouldn't wanna be without today. My dad still laughs about it if the subject of the movie comes up. And I think part of my mom still feels bad about how much it scared me - not that there's any reason to. No harm no fowl (raptor).
Hey I was 9 too, and I also went to see Jurassic, but unlike you I was so fascinated, and I spent lot of time thinking about it, one of the movies that triggered my interest in earths history and later took me on science path
Here's why your mom feels bad to this day. She's knows they f'ed up and took you to a movie you had no business being at even if you loved dinosaurs. Your brain was still developing, and didn't have the ability...yet...to cope with that kind of paralyzing fear. The movie was PG13 for a reason, and that reason is the INability of a child's immature brain to cope with that kind of fear in a movie. The brain at that young age is very plastic, and little kids spend a lot of time playing pretend and make believe because there brain sees fantasy and reality in similar ways as that immature stage of neurodevelopment. Your mom and dad f'ed that one up and she knows it. Thankfully, your brain was able to recover, but she still regrets that decision (and rightfully so). You NEVER EVER intentionally scare children that young because it can have lasting effects on their brain. A child's love map is developing from the age of 5-10, and if you mess that up, a child can never have lasting, healthy romantic relationships. I'm glad that, at least today, you are okay, and I'm so sorry you were so scared. That sucks to be that age and to be afraid of the dark.
I was 3 in 1993, but tonight in 2024 I cannot sleep. My husband and my dog are asleep and I'm wide awake, planning and working on my future event so I can make us enough money to take us nice places, get a new home at last and find our peace. Tonight I'm allowing my ADHD to take over so I can enjoy the night alone, soak up the quiet. I remember the 90s so well, they were amazing and I'm always nostalgic for them. Thank you for this video, it feels warm
I was 5 in 1993, but i remember it all clear, the thought of im so happy Ill remember this time forever. Had a near death experiemce in 1994, which made it all the more memorable. This makes me feel a connection to the time period and myself i was then. Thank you.
Sometimes the TH-cam algorithm delivers magnificent surprises, like the comments section of this remarkable dreamwave mix (kudos to the author!). I consider myself a class of 1982 lucky to have fully experienced the 90s in all their facets and in their extraordinary analog force that was able to make you appreciate the single moment and each memory for what it was, and not for an audience of strangers. Today I am a happy husband and the father of beautiful twins, and it is good to read your testimonies of hope, desire for serenity and peace. It is the details that remind us to be human and to remain human as much as possible. Love each other and love each other as much as you can, there will always be more need. It would be nice if this meeting of virtual souls would one day become a real occasion for all of us to hug each other live. This world needs unconditional love and respect for others, and I say this as an agnostic. A big hug to all of you from Italy.
I was 8, 9 years old in 1993. The days were without end. The time between school letting out and bedtime each day was days and months. The sun could hardly set and tomorrow wasn’t ever coming.
I was 15 and then 16 that year with a crush ❤ that turned to heart break 😢...but I looked back on it not long after and wondered "what was I even thinking??" A wonderful experience to try out 😂😊 and all smiles now when it comes to mind
I'm a 90's kid, but this just reminds me of good times before 2010, all the good memories growing up and the days when I first got to listen to Binary Finary and Chicane. I'm glad I can think about that and just daydream about the past... even just for a bit. Thanks
I was 21 in 1993. I miss my youth. It truly was a simpler time, such different and less intrusive technology. I guess everyone feels that way when they get older.
I was 22 in 1993. I’d been married 1 year to the person I would divorce in 2012. We were great partners and very much in love back then. We change over time. By the time we split up, we’d both become so different and the break was amicable. We knew it was time.
But 20 years still makes two people care for each other even if they don’t love each other anymore.
Since then, I met the love of my life, my truest, deepest soulmate. So incredibly happy with her. Every night felt like a party, every weekend a vacation. It was like two 4 year olds getting to play together and be best friends. There’s nothing like unconditional love. I found out it’s real and she taught me to love that way. Bliss. Pure bliss.
Suddenly one morning, after 6 years together, she suddenly died. It destroyed me. Tore me to the ground. I didn’t want to live, every waking moment was anguish for almost two years. But slowly, painfully I began to rebuild my life. I did this while not wanting to live. I guess the part of us that wants to stay sometimes is stronger than the part that wants to leave.
Today, when I think of 1993, I’m more like that 22 year old than I’ve been in a very long time. I found peace the last place I ever expected, inside myself, and with myself.
Advice from an old guy - don’t go chasing happiness. It’s not a state of being, it’s an emotion. It’s as fleeting as any of them. Chase peace. It’s a long journey, but one that gets better and better. You’ll appreciate the time spent.
In 1993 I spent a lot of nights awake and alone, in peace. It was the only time I could relax, not feel under the gun from expectations. I could be myself in that quiet night time.
I can’t stay up all night anymore. But that peaceful night is right inside you. It may be very hard work and take time, but you can find it too. Especially if you’re fortunate enough to have had someone teach you what it is to be truly loved. And then, try to love yourself that way.
You depend on you. You might reach a point where all you have is you. Be very kind to yourself. Learn to be a best friend to yourself. Because when you find yourself alone on a long night when no one else is awake, it’s so very good to know, you have a friend.
Much peace. 😌💜✨
Powerful comment. Thank you for putting that to keyboard.
I appreciate you sharing your knowledge over the years; it has been incredibly helpful for someone like me.
Beautiful. Thank you so much. 💞🌌
Beautiful. Thank you.
Wow and now its 2024 almost 30 years later and im up just like the op in 1993. Truly profound and helpful message
If this is 1993, then I know I was up when everyone else was asleep. I wish for each one of you to know peace, and have love. That's all that's important in this life. Not money, not fame, not success, not all the petty things that we think about, and do. May you all get what your heart desires, and have a wonderful night.
Thank you so much for this message, means a lot ❤
Money is extremely important. It's your freedom. Silly to think otherwise.
@@barryfinkle1755 I came here to post some snide remark about this comment but then I saw yours and realized how petty and small it is to do that 😂
@@damneastsideboys that was a lame attempt to be clever. Hope you are saving your money. You'll need it.
In 1993 I was 10 years old, worried about the world and my place in it, and how I'd pass the time to get from here to there, but your sentiment is what lay at the core of everything for me even then. Let's all just...chill. We can be okay if we want to.
Born in 1985 and I remember in 1993 I would set an alarm clock for 1 AM on a weekday, turn on radio 3FM and make my own mixtapes of the most obscure songs they would only play at night. I loved those days and thankful they are a part of my childhood. I still have those cassette tapes as well. 🙏
I love this ❤ 1984 here
Sweet! 85 here as well.. tons of old tapes still as well
YES!!
Born in 1990 here, I also loved to listen to midnight radio when I was a kid/teen. Not 1993 but more like early 2000s for me though.
Those nights just felt different. Knowing that everyone's asleep and you're still awake. There's a different kind of silence and serenity there. I also loved to read a book during this time.
It was a magical time that only a kid can experience.
That's awesome man, also born in '85 and I remember listening to some of those late night radio DJs that were playing the most obscure stuff... I wish I still had some tapes from that era!
I truly feel sorry for everyone who couldn't experience the 90's.
Same. The 90's was the best time of my life. I graduated in '95 so the 90's were my everything. I'm still stuck in the 90's. I play the music, love the style. Everything seemed good. Before 9/11, before school shootings. It was the best!
I miss being a kid back then. Simple times. And it was always cozy.
@@HeraclitusSavage obviously you weren't around then. Get out.
As a girl from Poland, my 90s were so full of hope. Poland just regained freedom when I was born, so everyone were full of hope and were looking towards the future. I remember reading french Larousse children encyclopedia, where authors showed such technological progress, NASA shuttle missions, discoveries ... Michael Jackson came to Poland, it was a huge thing, he was all over the TV news :D Such peacefull time, really.
@@HeraclitusSavage 90s are more than rave on drugs. You missed the point.
I think that the 90s were the last time to grow up and build real relationships. We had no internet nor generalized narcissism. Pictures were taken to record memories, not to get likes. Now, I feel lucky and hopeless with the world at the same time. I was a kid, then a teenager, back then. I wish I had lived my adulthood there as well.
This
“Pictures were taken to record memories, not to get likes.” That statement is perceptive and painfully accurate.
narcissism was terrible in the 90s its just natural to all humans
@@MatthewBreckyeah and internet was definitely massive in the second half of the 90s. Still got hundreds of free aol? cds somewhere.
Yes!!!!
The internet is such a scary, depressing and angry place. But every once in awhile you stumble upon a comment section like this where complete strangers share their inner most personal stories. Stories of love and happiness and struggle and hurt. And nearly every subcomment beneath it is one of encouragement and love and a similar openness. What a beautiful sight. Maybe there is hope for us after all.
I've found the mostly good people with good hearts and moral character frequent the stuff that the narcissists find "boring" like this video. That's good news for the rest of us~ Be well and enjoy~
Yeah I wasn't expecting this comment section to be so peaceful and beautiful
@@jaked214 comments sections like these are my gardens of zen and peace. And yes, I was a kid back in 93. It was a great time to be alive and that decade was basically one big party too.
@@ChocolateMonster84hey look - another 84 ;) it was a beautiful time to be a kid. Nobody can take it away from us, at least. But kids now … they deserved so much better.
I was 18 in 1993 - I had just moved to Glasgow. We went out a lot. I remember winning 10 quid on a scratch card and it being enough to get on the beer that night. I'm 50 in January, I still go back to Glasgow and hang out with 2 or 3 pals I met in 93, great guys ❤ I see them maybe 3 or 4 times a year still
I was 2 in 1993. My mom had just moved her and I to New York. I could only imagine her nonstop grind between working and going to nursing school. I could only her imagine her looking at me while I slept wondering if her hard work would pay off. It did. I love you, mom.
The stars could not have aligned better for me. I was in my 30s in the 90s living in SF. Friends, career,love,art,music and culture had reached its peak. So much fun. No real worries at the time. It was a time for just living.
I was 30 in 1993. One of the best years of my life.
Damn
I'm 31 now
1993 born here
@cyberpunkedgerunner2644 It was when I was born, now I'm 30, and it's the best year of my life!
i was born in 1993. one of the worst years of my life
i was -17 years old
@@tokimaane its the best year ever!
If you're reading this, I'm glad you're here.
Thank you. I'm really trying to stick around. Right back at you.
😊
peace fam
Thanks, likewise.
Thank you ❤
Love the comment section. I didnt expect it to be this deep, nostalgic and entertainment
What a time to be alive and connected with others. It’s truly special
Thats the side of the internet noone talks.
Agree
Dude, same. This has been such a long read down the rabbit hole. I love reading about people thinking about what this music reminds them of. Seems weird to have grown up in those times as someone born in ‘91.
The 90s is the news 70s, isnt it?
I remember people from the 70s who said it wasnt as awesome as we imagined.
But i can tell you that the 90s were everything you hear about. A golden era that i only got to experience as a kid.
The 80's were better, IMO, but I enjoyed the 90's, too.
Absolutely was!!!
The 90’s were my middle/high school years. I do remember how the 70’s were HUGE in the 90’s. It was a very unique time.
When the american flag/national anthem would come on to close out the tv broadcasts for the night, I would then lay in bed, listen to the radio, and dream about the future ✨🌘
I was in my 20's in the 90's. It seemed like anything was possible. I'd go back in a minute if I could.
The 80's and 90's were the two best decades. As wonderful as the internet is it ripped something from us that we will never get back. When the 2000s rolled around with all the new social media and then the smartphones we lost a bit of humanity.
Wasnt alive in 1993, only born in 2001. My mom was a 90s teen though. Always having stories from then, its a decade that always makes me think of her! She died 7 years ago, and I found myself deep into 90s nostalgia . Its like being closer to her again somehow. ❤❤❤❤
Sorry for the rant
Sorry for your loss 🙏❤️
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No need to apologize. What a beautiful way to remember your dear mother. Im sure she loved you very much ❤
Have a like. It's all I can offer. Sorry.
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in 1993 i was 18 and i fell in love for the first time. he took his own life in 2011. i see now that every day i spent with him was a gift. i'm still sorry i couldn't ease his pain. i thought he would make it through this life. but he had suffered for too long. he was a beautiful person. he showed me the things he loved and gave me so many things that became intrinsic parts of who i am. i'm grateful to have known him and i will always wish he was here on earth. there's so much i would tell him if i could.
I'm so sorry for him and for your loss. I'm sure he can listen to you on the other side and is guarding you 🙏🏻
I’m sorry for your loss. A friend of mine died in a car crash at 17 in 2004. It’s hard to believe he’s been gone for 20 years and dead longer than he was alive, it’s also hard to believe he never experienced social media or smart phones.
I'm so sorry you lost such an important person in your life. Thank you for sharing your story and part of his~
RIP
You have exactly 93 likes and I don't want to ruin that adding a 94th one.
Man coming to the comments section of these kind of video me realise how somewhere or another our problems and worries are the same, you are not alone ✌️
Grew up in the 90s, I remember summers being so amazing, actually hanging with my friends, patrolling the neighborhood on bicycles. I also remember boredom. Days sitting on the porch, man I miss being bored. It's all input overload, now.
whether you're 31, 61 or 91 now, I'm happy you are here and you can tell us how it really was back then. thank you for sharing what you felt. i hope life has brought you moments worth keeping with you, and if not, just always remember that i am proud of you for making it till here. Never stop sharing your stories.
Beautiful words. I appreciate the fact that someone like you exists.
Beautiful sentiment. Thanks for the boost.
31 is too young. It's like a 2000s kid
1993 was the first year I experienced the internet. I'm forever grateful for this particular journey in time and space.
Every person has at least one uniquely beautiful story.
i was somewhere in the cosmos in 1993, waiting for my turn to arrive in ‘99. i wish i could have felt what you all have articulated. i wish you love and peace always
You probably felt similar in the mid 2000s or early 2010s. And one day people will have nostalgia for the 2020s again. We just have to try to make the best out of every moment. Love and peace to you ♥
@janfg1578 thank you for this wisdom. Same to you always friend ❤️
I wish you a very beautiful life, Stephanie! 😘
@ТаСу-ю3л I hope you have the best time here
May life smile at you, Stephanie
One of my earliest memories is going to school on 1st of jan, 1993 (i was born in 1987) and the teacher writing "1/1/93" on the blackoard & telling us "we would write 93 from from today, the year has changed" and i was so happy. It was the first time "the year had changed" for me. It was like God gifted a whole year to me, lots of days as gifts, to ne opened one at a time.
I can still see the sunlit field outside my classroom window, feel cold air, smell the cheap rubber we used for eraser.
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Life didnt quite turn out rhe way id thought it would, but i know that ive known happiness . It was in the 90s.
That's a beautiful memory, but sad realization :(
Yo I literally made a short comment about the same thing! Old lady teacher Mrs McDermott wrote 1992 on the CHALK board and we were learning our months. I was intrigued how 1992 would become 1993 I was unaware of years or months prior to that .
And yeah sometimes life don't turn out it. Had big dreams back then. Now I sleep in my pickup truck because it's my house now.
@@teonactalpizza i am 25 years old , feels so hopeless, but your words and this comment section had made me feel positive ...
I was also born in 87. I thought my childhood sucked back then, and probably did compared to a lot of people, but let my tell you brother, I wish I was back then 😅
@@chiraggandhi2560at 25 that's the most hopeless you will feel. Believe me, it will get better. Just don't waste tour life, please! Live!
I was an insomniac in the 90s. This was definitely the vibe. Depressing and lonely. Then we got connected in the 2000s. That was super dope. Then we got distracted in the 2010s. Now we're... chatting with AI at 1am because no one understands us.
Who's we? I would say people were far more connected in the 90's and less so after the 2000's.
@sarahwales6276 when I say we I mean people around the world not just one particular city, state, or country. The world became connected via the web.
I love this comparison. Like lost (in a good way) in the 90’s, connected in the 00’s and distracted in the 10’s. It’s like a beautiful poem.
Remember how they told us that the internet was going to bring us all closer together? The end of loneliness? And here we are. Take good care of yourself.
@@sarah45737Yes and it's kinda cool that we're all touching this same point on the web right here and sharing our inspired thoughts, feelings and stories. Lonely, yes. Connected by something that eclipses time and space in a beautiful way - also yes. I'm grateful for this thread of inspired and interesting sharing. I feel less lonely and also comforted hearing people's stories that are so relatable. I feel the resonance between us all, and that's very cool✨
The days are long but the years are short.
I yearn for simpler times. Imagination, connections and relationships.
Agreed, I feel this too
I was 6 in 1993. No internet, no cellphones, big monitor tv's with wooden chests, smoking cars, smoking people, colorful clothing and hairstyles similair as it was in the 80's. The world was a big place for me back then. I remember looking at a calendar of that year, thinking that a year is such a long time. At that age, time really seems to go so much slower than when you grow up. When I think about the 80's and the 90's it's all nostalgia.. I wonder if people feel the same way about the 00's and the 2010's when they grow up. Would not be suprised. Its probably a generational thing
I'm the same age as you, and I can relate to what you are saying, we had the best years for sure 🙂
Indeed, I see the 00's and the early 10's in the same light. That's why I know that, as crazy as it sounds, someone will eventually feel the same way about the 20's...
Same age you dude. 90s was life!!
I grew up in the 0s and I have a lot of nostalgia. We live in complex times that can feel very oppressive and dark so I think we naturally look back to when we were kids and life felt a lot lighter and a lot simpler. I do think that modern kids going forward will have nostalgia for their childhood too, I just think they'll have more nostalgia for the digital world which is something I myself experience sometimes when I see a meme from 15 years ago or something.
87’ baby checking in here 🫡 Love you guys!
I was 6. Loving my life with my mom and dad, i didn't know it was all going to change with tears and fear in just a little while. I still remember the smell of the rain at home. Take it all in, you never know when it will become 'the good old days' ❤
I was a little baby in 1993. We just moved from our home in Puerto Rico to a small apartment in Miami. My brother (11) and sister (14) were learning English to keep up with their schoolwork. My parents worked multiple jobs to give us a good life. And I was blissfully unaware that a world outside of my family existed.
I barely remember the 90’s. But the few things I can remember were so warm and colorful. I wish I could have experienced the 90’s the way my brother and sister did. The 90’s felt safer and happier. A time before 9/11, school shootings, social media algorithms, the erosion of democracy worldwide, constant content consumption, or this dread that so many of us feel but can’t quite define.
That is a great way to describe both Puerto Rico and Miami in 1993: warm and colorful. I spent a good deal of 1991, 1992, and 1993 in both San Juan and Miami, eating pollo asado, ropas viejas, drinking batidos, and eating pastelitos de guayaba.y queso. I do not speak Spanish, but I remember walking on the beaches in Carolina and getting coco helado from the vendor on Isla Verde, and salsa dancing at the El San Juan until 2 AM, then waking up the next day at noon and eating Cuban food at the Metropole restaurant across the street the next day. Most of my time in Miami was spent in South Beach, but I don't remember any of the names of the restaurants where I ate or even the clubs where we went out dancing. I just remember that powder-soft sand and warm crystal blue water that felt so nice to swim in.
9/11 definitely changed everything...and life has seemed to go downhill since then, which is sad. Thank you for bringing back beautiful memories~
I was 9 in '93. While I never stayed up late at home, I did often go on state-wide road trips, so there were moments in the trip I'd be up at 3-5am. I'd get waken up by my parents switching over drivers, and I had these dream-like glimpses of empty gas stations, hotel parking lots, and rest areas. Sometimes we got down at them to stretch out, get food, or use the restroom. It felt like I was sleepwalking sometimes, especially if it was raining or snowing. Then I'd go back to the car and listen to my cassette player, listening to what I brought from home or if I was lucky, I'd catch a stray signal out there from some local obscure station. I'd listen until I fell back asleep.
Wow, your story made me remember some of my own memories of overnight road trip travels with my family. I hadn't thought of them in years, and definitely remember the late-night groggy moments of waking up in some unknown place and then trying to go back to sleep. Thanks for the rewind :)
In 1993 I was was about 12 years old.
My mom passed away.
One of the looping images here reminds me of that time.
Everyone here respect your mother and father.
Life is precious. ❤
I was 14 when my mom passed. I think a part of you is always stuck in that time.
We're same age❤❤
amen
Sometimes I feel like something has changed. The world is different. The people are different... maybe I'm different too. I often think about a time when cell phones and social media didn't exist. No screens. Just the real world and real people right in front of you. The old world. It's just nice to think about sometimes.
I was just out last night down town & people walking down the streets looking at their phones…..smh
Like wtf ! Your out , put that phone away & enjoy your night ….
So sad … I long for the good ole days
21-12-2012
awesome times, i remember going out with friends to play at the town football field and dont return home until it was dinner time. No one could contact us if not by coming physically at the football field. i was 8, life with no phones was surely better for human connections.
@@andreacica3208 21-12-2012
Smart phones messed us up
1993 baby here. Rumour has it that no-one in my family slept that year.
Ha ha same!
Born May 1993 here ❤
Born feb 1993
1993 november, guess who joined the club
@@bulldogydog13 happy 31st for next month :D
Love to everybody. We are gonna make this world beautiful! What else? Nothing else! Go for it! Run! Stay Fit! Stay Healthy! Stay Vibrant! Share the love! Give! Be Yourself! Forgive! Let it all be!
i was 10 yrs young and i could vividly remember how revolutionary life was at that time with tech stuffs poppin up, creeping up on our innocence .. we still enjoyed going out, playing with neighbour, riding our bicycles along the beach and just watchin our golden hours at 6pm and back home, waiting for our cartoon to show up after news at 8...Life was pretty much Epic and genuinely FUN back in those 90s. I wish for everyone to always have that bit of memories to keep us happy inside. stay safe yall
Damn... This did hit hard. Good old times indeed. Analog, simpler times. There were video games, but they were also simpler and unpretentious. Well said, my friend.
Thank you for the beautiful words, Aaron. You are a good soul.
We are the same age and this was it right here. U said it perfectly. The technology was dumb enough that it didn't consume us. We used it for a time, then we would go out. When I pass around this time is where I will go. I will wake up and my mom will be alive reading the paper and drinking coffee.
@@GabeBars best part of that video game tech is that it still works. It feels like a lifetime ago that they were made, and it's crazy they're still working when the modern consoles have more problems....just because they're more complex. Really do miss that simpler tech 😪
Life is fleeting but Christ Jesus n his peace n love is everlasting!!❤
More than the music the comments section is a bliss to read... Filled with nostalgia, pain, happiness, hope and encouragement. Love the energy and the stories everyone has shared.
I was 11 then, my Dad had started a new factory in his small hometown and so we moved from a big city to a very small town. I used to go out to play till it was dark and spend hours talking to friends. No cell phones, no internet and no social media. You had to meet your friends to chit chat and play outdoors. No one supervised us and no one worried about our safety.
I didn't know the language in my dad's hometown so was always treated like an outsider, but it wasn't that everyone was mean. Most were kind and friendly and have good warm memories.
My Dad passed away this year... Thinking abouy the guts he had to take risks and his hunger for success makes me feel proud of you Dad. In the final years we weren't on talking terms and had long periods where we didn't speak. I regret it Dad..... I remember hearing you come back home driving your loud motorcycle in childhood Dad..... I wish I can go back to the 93 just one last time and see you walk in Dad... Miss you Dad.. Will always love you Dad.
I don't know what your beliefs are, but with what I believe in, I hope God may have mercy on your Dad and wish him peace where he is now.
@FloraWhoFloraMe2727 you have taken time out of your day to show kindness to a complete stranger in pain, I am thankful for your kind words.. Wish you a long beautiful life.
Sorry for your loss. I was 11 in 93 too. I couldn't imagine losing my parents so young. May these memories and music give you some comfort. Praying that you see him again on the other side.🙏🏽
Thanks for your kindness, I look forward to that day...
I love you man! I love humanity. The love we can feel even after decades of losing someone. Goosebumps.
To anyone reading this, I wish that your burdens lighten and your stresses fade away. May the dark thoughts and overthinking be replaced with clarity and calmness. May peace and tranquility fill your life.
Thanks, same to you too
Here we go with the corporate cliché comments. 😞
@@donniecatalanothey're a bit verbose (just like I'm accidentally doing right now), but, meh. Doesn't harm anyone.
It's like I ate and read half a dozen fortune cookies at once without that dry, crappy taste.
And with that, I wish you... a day. Make of them what you will, good/bad/ugly/neutral; and may you have many.
@@guentermcbuenter2651 do people really people read a "pre-cooked" comment that is there just to harvest likes... and think "aaahh thank you for your kind words" LOL
@@donniecatalano lolol. Generally speaking, no, I would hope not. But, we both know the score here. Toxic positivity does exist and not just as an oxymoron. I'm with ya on that.
If I HAD to say one nice thing, in good faith, regarding this phenomena, well, here goes: I'd rather see some generic copypasta of "sweet nothings" effectively whispered here (let's be real: into the void, effectively) than the countless "inspirational quotations" pages and accounts that sprung up and had a heyday about, idk, 10 years ago. Now, I love a meaningful quote or two (or zillion) and I keep my copy of Bartlett's on the coffee table. I very much disliked the spread of misattributed or badly paraphrased or entirely out of context quotations. And a very special dislike of the ones that cranked out junk I'd describe as "yay. here's a pulpy stock photo of nature/blahblahblah, overlayed with that garbage?"
(Still with me, here? Cool. I'll start wrapping this up soon.)
I'd consider that a paragraph of positivity word salad doesn't do a lot of good, but ultimately does less of the "opposite of good" for the world conpared to, say, my punching bag right now: dumb "quotes pr0n" peddlers.
As for the contents of the root comment above: idr remember any single line full or in part or the account who did it for the joy of Fake Internet Points.
In fact, you've convinced me to take my upvote of it back. To me, it's still nothing more than small talk with a rando next in line and I'm OK with that. Kinda like what I'm doing now, although I apologize for how long I blabbed on just now.
At the end of the day: world keeps spinnin', some silly goose gets to eat FIPs for breakfast while certainly worse things happen all the time around in the world.
I was born in 93. Sad to think life will never be so personal again. The way the 90s were. I miss my friends.
in '93 I was up until the break of dawn, yes yes y'all - I was 23 years old in NY-damn good times. Right before the Internet came in and changed life and culture forever. This is a period of time I lived through but is not a shared experience with people born after Internet (1991) and iPhone (2007) have no idea what life was like without those things in your face all damn day - different times children, very different times.
Yup. Agreed. Unfortunately nowadays people are always on their phones. Old and young. It’s a damn shame. Though it’s surprising how many older people use their phones… Technology addiction discriminates against no one… Sad. Wish I could turn back time.
Early 90s Manhattan was a total BLAST. All the clubs, all the concerts, and they began to clean up the heroin needles out of Bryant Park in 1991, it opened in '92, and Monday night Movies began the summer of '93. Cobain was still alive, and Nirvana was the hottest band there was. Rollerblading around Central Park. Gym membership at the Vertical Club. So many weekends spent in the East Village. Jeff Buckley was playing live at Cafe Sine. Brunch at 4 PM at Yaffa Cafe, Ludlow Cafe, and turkey burgers with tahini sauce at Dojos on St. Marks. The Green Market at Union Square, along with Live Bait, and Coffee Shop (open 24 hours). Down the Jersey Shore for the early part of the summer, and out in the Hamptons in the later part of summer. The WTC buildings were still standing tall and silent, like sleeping giants watching over the rest of the city. Eating soft-serve vanilla, cherry dipped ice cream rolled in chocolate sprinkles from the Mister Softee truck. Seinfeld was at it PEAK in popularity. Mtv's The Real World had it's second season of filming, but music videos were still the main event. The first episode of Beavis and Butthead aired. Radiohead released Pablo Honey. Nine Inch Nails played Madison Square Garden 3 nights in a row that December. There was NOT ONE single Starbucks to be found, but Gap stores were all over the city. The latest foreign and indie films were at the Angelika. Jurassic Park opened at the Ziegfeld.
Man, I could go on...and on...and on...and it was a great time to be alive~
The internet was invented in 1983 - by 1990 world wide web was invented 1991 web browser was invented.
living in NY in the 90s would be my dream. Maybe in another life
I was 23. Moved from Tokyo to New York in 1989 when I was 19. After 15 years in New York, went back to Tokyo in 2004 when I was 34. Last year, in 2023, I left Tokyo again and moved to South Florida. I’m 54 now.
Wow what was it like?
For love?
Hey I'm from Central FL I wish to move to Japan. I am 30 now
In 1993 I was working my dream job in animation...only it wasn't what I thought it would be like. There was a lot of politics and competition in the workplace. So I left and ran away to SF to achieve another dream, going to art school. I graduated when I was 30 in 1998. San Francisco was magical then, affordable, clean, friendly. I lived in a converted beauty palor 6 blocks from the school, which overlooked Alcatraz. The school was open 24/7 so I would work all night long with my boyfriend and walk home in the dark, quiet, safe night.
As much as I loved those times, my life is great now as well. I'm back in school and thriving. Enjoy remembering the past but also appreciate the present.
SF was so clean and so vibrant, even into the early ‘00’s.
1993, fresh out of high school. We talked to each other, read books and magazines, hung out smoking cigs playing hacky sack, and listened and talked about music . Music was precious, bands were mysterious.
People don't have appreciation for music as an art form the way they used to. Everything is "ambiance" now.. In the 90's we would have called Billy Eilish elevator music.
The joy of a record sleeve with the words to the songs and pictures of the band. Closet you could get, now it a click away
@@maximumdangerman1682correct. The more easily accessible things became, the less special.
@@maximumdangerman1682of course what I said is only one part of it.
@@shulamay is this playlist elevator music? Is Aphex Twin ambiance?
I was 18... And life seemed like it could be start to be amazing any day... But it never happened... I'm 49, I live alone and never thought my life would be this. Hold your loved ones closer. It all ends so quickly.
Man, i love u.... its a hard fucking world out there!
❤
Hi, I can't tell you how much I relate. I was 16 in 1993,....I think with us being a little kid in the 80s...we were introduced to life with the expectation that everything was there for the taking and growing up would be awesome.
Some time after 9/11 I think everything started sliding downhill
Sending you love. It will get better. 💚
I was 13, but otherwise, same 💜
I was 12 and would wake up at 3 and just spin the radio dial for hours. On am and fm . It was like an adventure for new music. Like for instance the quiet storm. Lived that particularly. Just a little ramblin story
remember Hey Arnold's room and they would should the sky light at night in his room with those clear windows? this kinda takes me there
Yes!! Loved hey Arnold!
"Everyone is asleep except you" that was true for me in 1993 and is still true for me in 2024. Sleeping is really hard, especially when sober.
The 90's was about true freedom. Dancing, drugging and loving. I loved every minute of it.
I'm 49 now, thinking about pensions, retirement, bills and even death. My greatest joy today is my grandson who is 2. I chase contentment, not joy or happiness. I've had those emotions, usually followed with pain, healing and growth.
If i had one piece of advice for any younger person today it would be to not care about what people think of you. Its all a mirage. You do you regardless.
Love and light always friends❤❤❤❤
I'm 48 and I hear you. Such a great era ❤ love and enjoy your life 🧬
49 here and 100% agree!
I've realised as the years pass that contentment is beautiful and I would love to have it over happiness. Happiness walks hand in hand with sadness.
Both are part of life. The careless freedom, and the bills and laundry. After the ecstasy, the laundry. Great book by Jack Kornfield. I sound like an ad, but genuinely an amazing book as people think life should only be the good parts and it's not supposed to be the other. Both are life.
Born in 92. I remember 97-99 very well. It was an experience. The magic decade. I still enjoy the hobbies and movies and music from my childhood shown to me by my parents. Autism is cool like that.
we had tv cable in my ex-communist country and I was watching Cartoon Network and learning English as a second language as a 7 yo
I was 6 years old in 1993. Bedtime was pretty early back then being so young, but i would always stay up until late into the night. A night owl even back then. Id lay in bed, looking out of my window at all the cars going by, the lit up buildings. The world was sooo big and magical back then. I would try to imagine what everyone's life was like out there with my 6 year old knowledge of the world. Everyone was probably an astronaut or an army guy like my dad. I'd look up at the sky and wonder which plane lights were spaceships and which one was Santa. A much, much easier and uncomplicated time in life. You thought you could be anything! I think back often on the little me that was so in awe of the everything, full of imagination and and actual wonderment. I know he's still in there somewhere. I'd give anything to go back and be that me again.
In 1993 I was 12 years old. I was playing my Gameboy, Megadrive and still getting joy from my C64. I was a lucky kid. I’m so nostalgic for those care free times.
I had a Game Gear, still have it. Had a captain's bed and It had a cabinet underneath and I would crawl into it because it was super dark and that was the best way to see the screen😂😂
This is my favorite part of the internet this video and these comments are peacefully wholesomeness
Love you all.
90s baby here. I remember staying with my aunt in Mexico while my mom worked long hours. She was my mom's older sister. I loved staying with her. She would always make me laugh with her silly jokes. Take me with her to go do errands around town. Take me to her friend's kids birthday parties. She was wonderful. I never saw her angry. I never saw her sad. Always with a beautiful smile. I loved her just as if not more than my own mother.
In 1998, She passed away from kidney failure. Four days before my seventh birthday. The cake that was at my birthday party was bought and payed by her a week before her passing.
I was 10 in 93. My family lived 20 miles from anywhere, in the Texas Hill Country. Down the road there lived an elderly throuple of hippies and late at night the sound of strange music would drift in on the breeze through my open window. They had traveled the world and absorbed every beauty and made their own little paradise for just the three of them. My extremely conservative grandparents invited them to Christmas one year. They decorated our gate with strands of origami birds wrapped among the Christmas lights. They had more class than anyone ive ever met to this day. They were older than my grandparents; im sure theyve since past on from this world. Probably still traveling together somewhere. Strange music drifting in on the breeze over the hills and the tree tops. 1993.
Was the strange music the Grateful Dead? Or was it some sitar transedental stuff?
I was 3. Now Im 34 with a little 3 year old of my own.
I was 15 in 1993. Just discovering Pink Floyd. What an experience, listening to them for the first time!
I was studying at college in 1993...and the Internet is still in its infancy....music was awesome...Duran Duran, Roxette, Ace of Base...arcades....darn...miss those time really....funny....
Son las 04:37 am en Ciudad de México. Nací en 1993 y puedo sentir la nostalgia del tiempo que pasa corriendo por mi mente que no puede dormir. La vida es un sueño y los sueños eso son.
Disney in the 90’s for a child was pure heaven ❤.
In ‘93, I was sleeping in my parents room, afraid of the dark, enthralled with the street lights dancing between the openings in the shade, thinking about being where I am on my way to now. I can’t believe I’m almost there! Sending love and a massive amount of hope to all reading this!
I was born in the later end on the 90’s. I was clearly non existent in 93 but I am so glad to have found this comment section. It brought me immense joy to read all the comments getting a teeny tiny peep in everyone’s life
26. Awake and plotting my epic fantasy I still have never written. But it’s still in here growing and changing with me.
Same age and same deal.
Wish you all the best on your journey.
@@GitHubStiizz And you
I do the same thing.
I was just 5 in 1993 and remember only my first conscious observations: guitar music on the radio (so rare today), optimism after the fall of the Soviet Union (that's gone), craziness of rapid changes in my beloved Poland, my dad needing to go abroad to earn more on a construction site in Greece, than as a renowned scientist back home. He's gone now, and I wish to thank him and my mum for the 90s that they built for me and my brother - safe, optimistic, full of novelty, Lego blocks and CDs with music being such a treat, making own casettes from the radio, listening to Vangelis and Enya, recording childish "radio broadcasts" on the casette with my little brother. And stories, telling and listening to stories, reading first books, each at its own pace, no rush, no doomscrolling, not even much TV. Have great great lives, everyone, take care! ❤🩹
I was 14 in 1993. MTG came out that year and while I didn't start playing until a few years later it, along with D&D, forever changed my life.
I have been that person sitting on the curb in the fog. In 1993, I was 13 , and loved being outside at night when no one else was around. It was so peaceful and reassuring.
I've been missing the 90s so much lately. The world was so different then. I wish I could show my kid what it was like. I hope someday the future seems brighter than the past again. Nice to dream here with you all in the meantime.
I turned 17 in '93. A lot has changed, and a lot has stayed the same. I've learned one thing, initiative makes the difference in life.
I was 9 in 1993. I was in 4th grade. It was the year after my parents got divorced. I remember playing outside, starting to get pretty good at basketball. I remember physically growing. I remember not having cares or worries, somehow knowing i would have an amazing life.
Looking back on that 9 year old old boy, i can't help but love him. And be sad for him.
The past 31 years, full of the joys, pains, heartbreaks, fist fights, seeing the world, witnessing the horrors of war, marriage×3, divorce×2, bringing children into the world, burying their mother. Look, im no saint. I am still a shit, and mess up every day, but i am generally happy. And thats pretty damn good enough for me.
My heart goes out to that 9 year old boy, with life like a hallway full of doors all laid out before him.
Oh man. ❤
😢
If you're happy, you have it all. Lucky you.
93 was such a lonely year for me, I was 9 and my brother turned 13 so he stopped being a kid and started caring about teen stuff. Parents always working so I found myself alone alot, with whatever toys I had at the time. So odd to think back, somebody had to have been home but when I think back it's like the house was empty. Crazy to think about that now at almost 40
I was 3 years old in 1993. I experienced the 90s as a kid. And I loved it!❤
I was born in the 2000s, but this gives me such a comforting feeling.
Other music can genuinely give me anxiety, but this just feels so natural. So...real.
I want to come back to this video and read all these lovely nostalgic comments since its impossible to read them in one night. Since theyre so peaceful, i would love to come back every night to read them and feel people unfiltered yet so simple memories.
I was 17 yo in 1993...thank you so much for this music. It's 11:50 p.m now in France, I'm about to go to bed while listening!
90s was when we peaked as a civilization. Good memories.
*80s
90s was already at degenerate way
1993. The year I was born, yet still remember those times...the last of the 90's. Although VERY early memories like 4 years old, I still remember my mom wearing her deep red lipstick. I'd sit on the sink and watch her get ready. She'd put baby powder on my face lol! I remember the smell of her curling her bangs in the morning. Pouring my cereal, watching the morning news...oh YES it's a snow day!!!!!!!! The smell of her cleaning the home and all the windows open! The sound of the trees blowing in the wind, the warm summer air filling the home! Mixed with the smell of lemon cleaning products lol! The moments of quiet when the golden light spills through the home...and you just lay in it.
The light transports you to other amazing places in your imagination....all of those old 70's beautifully illustrated children books handed down from your cousins feed that fire or adventure inside....the cd player going with Fleet Wood Mac as your mother cooks dinner and is watching her favourite show.....that was a REALLY Good day! Kids banging on the front door to go bike around the complex, morning cartoons...life was so simple...internet wasn't a thing, so you could get lost inside of the wood grain in the walls beside your bed and you'd see a story some how inside of it. I remember as technology came into the picture, my life and self perception changed as well.
Technology definitely took those quiet things away from us. We can still have those moments, yet as a Sourthern Canadian, I see the culture shifting to be more Americanized.....life isn't as simple as it was because everyone needs to have everything and be rich to feel anything anymore. Everyone wants to own a home....all I want is not to live in a basement apartment...to put on some fleetwood mac...to make a meal, and lay in the sunlight from my window and drift away like I was able to as a child..my husband and I both work full time.
Where we live...we can't even afford the light of day. We work decent paying jobs....we have been living in basements since we've met each other, because we chose to live within our means. The youth just want sunlight lol!!!!!!!! Is that too much to fucking ask!!!!!!!! We aren't even young! We are 30!!!!!!!!!!!!!
30 is young, believe me, sooo young 😘
@@ТаСу-ю3л Your generous comment is the kindest thing I've heard from a stranger in probably almost a year. Thank you. I guess I freak out about expectations, and treat myself horribly, not realizing what I have now. What a lovely comment. Thank you!
In 1993 I was 8 years old and living in West L.A with my family. It was the year Michael Jackson's remember the time video came out and that music was a huge deal... before the internet...all of my 3rd grade friends were talking about it the next day. MJ was one of my favorite people in the world! That was the last year we lived in L.A before we moved inland. I cried the day we moved. I really liked our house. Change is truly the only constant...but right now i just really love the atmosphere this TH-cam video has created for me and so many others.
1993 I was 13 years old. My close friends and i almost lived at each other's houses. We played video games, called girls. Went camping near our houses in the nearby forest. We didn't have a care in the world. I remember nights we'd get bored and go night fishing or terrorize the neighborhood golf course. We were always meeting up with friends and socializing. I can't imagine what it must be like being 13 in today's world. I feel sorry for my children that are 9 and 11 years old. I just want them to be children for as long as they can. Those times you can never get back.
I was born in 1993 and this is about where I was mentally as a literal infant - no words, no reason, just pure ✨vibes✨
In 1993, I was two lol, but I am grateful. I still grew up in the 90's. I knew what it was like to play outside with my friends and cousins until the streetlights came on. I know about building forts, climbing trees and getting dirty. I remember watching Living Single and thinking, "Man I can't wait to grow up!" In the dead of night, I would watch Adult Swim to catch up on anime and then as I got older, I listened to the Thunder Storm. I grew up in an era where it was okay to get messy, take chances and make mistakes. I grew up in an era where magic still existed. I'm grateful for the magic I'm able to bring into my adult life.
Reality is a shared illusion. As I tend to disagree more and more with it, I find myself feeling as if I am dreaming. The sensation overcomes me and I have trouble establishing primacy. Perhaps there is no primacy, and that is the illusion. These sounds are those that come into the interstitial space that is a buffer to the question of primacy. They require nothing, take nothing, and provide a meaningful infrastructure to which drifters can get a moment of rest.
Comment sections these day are powerful. You came for the title of the videos but sometimes you go straight to the comment sections just to get a vibe or what the vids are all about. Then you realized no matter what part of the world we come from, we have more similarities than differences between each other
ironically the dumbest fucking comment ive ever read
I was 17 in 1993. That year was my sweet spot as I met my first love, was in the best shape of my life and had a brilliant social life. That Summer was hot in the UK; somewhere in Japan there is a picture of me and my friend on Brighton Pier in denim hotpants standing with two random middle aged Japanese men. They asked us for a photo so we obliged.😂
I'd sit on the windowsill, headphones on listening to Ace of Base's album whilst watching the stars and get up at 5am on Summer mornings to take a long walk. So many dreams back then; still trying to get there after a few knocks but i will.
Look after yourselves everyone on here; love to you all x
I was 10. And life was perfect. With mom and dad by my side, no worries at all. ❤
All these smooth memories of my room, with the car track carpet, the tape player/recorder we used to record 'radio shows' with my step sister.. No computers, smartphones... Everything felt different. This time hits me hard everytime I think about it.
Today everything looks hopeless, dystopian.
I was turning 6 in 1993. It's pretty close to the year in which my memories kind of started. I can't really piece together anything completely coherent, but I definitely remember how safe and warm it felt. Adults seemed to know what they were doing, society seemed to be working perfectly. There were all kinds of cool toys, gadgets and fads that just felt super exciting. I remember going to Kmart a lot and riding those little carousels for kids they had outside, and then getting a snack at their in-store deli that had like pretzels and icees and Little Caesars pizza, and then my dad and I would do those little photo booths where you get the little rectangular-shaped vertical photo reel of four different pictures. I remember messing around with Windows 3.1 and making little backgrounds out of pixels and playing my little floppy disk games because we didn't have a CD-ROM drive yet. I think I started going to piano classes that year. I miss it all.
I was born in 94, but I remember my childhood in the 90's vividly. I am currently and hypocritically lamenting when people used to go outside and play, socialize, and other events. These things still happen, of course, but it feels more disconnected since social media has become mainstream.
Current life circumstances prevent me from being able to immediately start up my own communal in-person space for people to connect with others, but I'm holding out for when it can happen.
This music reminds me of when I was a child, lost in my own inner dream haze of a world while exploring life with bright, new eyes. I was always a dreamer, and I still am. That will never go away. Nostalgia is like candy to me. It's good in moderation. Then I'll go back to my grind. For now, I'll swing on this proverbial swingset and enjoy the tunes. Thanks for posting, and i hope anyone who reads this has improvements in their lives. Much love. ❤❤
I yearn for the simplicity, fun, excitement and nostalgia of the 90s… I was born in 1994, but have so many fond memories of my early years.
Life now has never been more isolated and lonely. Adulthood is so hard.. everyday I wish I was that kid again learning to ride a bike for the first time, or fall off trees I had climbed, or scraping my knee after falling. Playing with my siblings and even friends that I have no contact with anymore… it felt like the world was slower and your whole life ahead of you, with creativity, hope, dreams. You didn’t fear judgement from society, you were authentically yourself. It’s the little things I wish I could appreciate again like I did as a kid.
Same age here and I agree with all you've said... wtf happened
1994 dude reporting in! I feel you!
My earliest memory ever (shorter than a youtube short), was confirmed to be 1996, by my mom. I remember crawling around on a colorful rug, made for children. The ones with roads, traffic lights and buildings. Perfect, when playing with toy cars.
Among the radiohits, specifically from 1994, I think "Crash Test Dummies - Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm" (Featuring in Dumb, Dumber & Dumbest) has the most nostalgic power, for some reason. Thought it was boring as a child, but now I can smell the kitchen, hear the door handles and feel the vibe. Maybe it's because I never searched for it, for so long, that the "time capsule" remained pure!
I hope you find a friend that wanna go for a hike, travel or whatever you feel like doing ♥
I was four in 1993, had just started school and my sister joined me (I was terrified of her because my neighbour told me she'd steal the house lol) we walked everywhere, i hadnt discovered computers yet but i remember kids swinging around ropes on lampposts in my neighborhood, the radio always being on at home rather than the TV. Taught myself to read. Had my beloved grandmother who supported me in all my creativity. I know nostalgia makes all these times rosier, I know everything terrified me back then too. The world however seemed smaller and more accessible.
Thanks, this is so soothing for my anxiety
Im so glad you liked it 🫶
The picture that got me was 6:38. I can't remember the last time I woke up early enough to just stare out my window and admire how blue pre-dawn is. I did it all the time as a kid. Didn't take a picture of it or message friends about it. Just admired it, maybe wrote a little poem to remember it. I miss being a kid in the 90s.
1993 I was 12, I used to spend long nights cozy in my bed reading books, eating cookies and drinking milk.
Oh wow, so wholesome...
I was 1 in 1993. glad i got to experience it. We did that for the last time… I miss the 90’s…
1993 I was in Germany as a refugee from Bosnia. I have very fond memories of Germany. We moved to LA, California in 1996 because we couldn’t obtain German papers.
Now we’re American citizens.
But 1993 brings back memories for sure 🫶🏻❤️
If the world could be even a glimmer of what this entire comment section is, it'd be a better place. Guaranteed.
I was born in 2000. I feel nostalgia for a place I've never been. I always end up being friends with older people and my favourite movies are from the 90s too. Before sunrise by Richard Linklater encapsulates what i love about that time.
That openness, that real human connection, that art. A time when humans were still humans. Yearning for each other and yearning for life.
I was 8 at that time and it was the moment i began to love music, especially that kind of electronic, and I loved been awake late at night when everybody around me and in my neighborhood was asleep, hearing the far sound of human activities, and watching the city lights were a very sweet pleasure ... even now.
1000 thanks 🙌🏼 ! I put this on my nostalgic playlist, it reminds me sooooo many souvenirs !
Weird but it's always late at night, as tonight, that I use to discover that kind of music videos on TH-cam 😅💖
And by the way thanks Aphex Twin (among many others) to have influenced so many electronic music artists 🙌🏼😁 I just can't think about him when I hear this kind of music
Glory to Night and the 90's 🙌🏼🌛🙌🏼
Aphex twin!
I was born 12/31/1992 at 8:30pm ish time. I spent only a few hours in 1992.. but 1993 was the start of everything for me really. That night into morning is all I think of when listening to this. See how much I've grown and learned. Also makes me think of the moments we all capture to this year. Truly amazing and honored to be here
In 1993 I was nine years old. That was the year Jurassic Park came out, where I lived. My parents took me to see it because they knew how much I loved dinosaurs - like most kids that age. It scared the bejeebus out of me. Got up and went to the bathroom 5-7 times during the 90 or so minutes the movie took. Had nightmares about raptors for weeks, had to sleep in my parents bed most nights. At the time it scared me, but it's a memory I wouldn't wanna be without today. My dad still laughs about it if the subject of the movie comes up. And I think part of my mom still feels bad about how much it scared me - not that there's any reason to. No harm no fowl (raptor).
Hey I was 9 too, and I also went to see Jurassic, but unlike you I was so fascinated, and I spent lot of time thinking about it, one of the movies that triggered my interest in earths history and later took me on science path
I was also 9 in ‘93, and I saw Jurassic Park 8 times at the cinema that summer 😂 Still to this day the most times I’ve ever been to see the same film!
Here's why your mom feels bad to this day. She's knows they f'ed up and took you to a movie you had no business being at even if you loved dinosaurs. Your brain was still developing, and didn't have the ability...yet...to cope with that kind of paralyzing fear. The movie was PG13 for a reason, and that reason is the INability of a child's immature brain to cope with that kind of fear in a movie. The brain at that young age is very plastic, and little kids spend a lot of time playing pretend and make believe because there brain sees fantasy and reality in similar ways as that immature stage of neurodevelopment.
Your mom and dad f'ed that one up and she knows it. Thankfully, your brain was able to recover, but she still regrets that decision (and rightfully so). You NEVER EVER intentionally scare children that young because it can have lasting effects on their brain. A child's love map is developing from the age of 5-10, and if you mess that up, a child can never have lasting, healthy romantic relationships. I'm glad that, at least today, you are okay, and I'm so sorry you were so scared. That sucks to be that age and to be afraid of the dark.
I was 3 in 1993, but tonight in 2024 I cannot sleep. My husband and my dog are asleep and I'm wide awake, planning and working on my future event so I can make us enough money to take us nice places, get a new home at last and find our peace. Tonight I'm allowing my ADHD to take over so I can enjoy the night alone, soak up the quiet. I remember the 90s so well, they were amazing and I'm always nostalgic for them. Thank you for this video, it feels warm
I was 5 in 1993, but i remember it all clear, the thought of im so happy Ill remember this time forever. Had a near death experiemce in 1994, which made it all the more memorable. This makes me feel a connection to the time period and myself i was then. Thank you.
Sometimes the TH-cam algorithm delivers magnificent surprises, like the comments section of this remarkable dreamwave mix (kudos to the author!).
I consider myself a class of 1982 lucky to have fully experienced the 90s in all their facets and in their extraordinary analog force that was able to make you appreciate the single moment and each memory for what it was, and not for an audience of strangers. Today I am a happy husband and the father of beautiful twins, and it is good to read your testimonies of hope, desire for serenity and peace. It is the details that remind us to be human and to remain human as much as possible.
Love each other and love each other as much as you can, there will always be more need.
It would be nice if this meeting of virtual souls would one day become a real occasion for all of us to hug each other live.
This world needs unconditional love and respect for others, and I say this as an agnostic.
A big hug to all of you from Italy.
I was 8, 9 years old in 1993. The days were without end. The time between school letting out and bedtime each day was days and months. The sun could hardly set and tomorrow wasn’t ever coming.
I turned 1 year old in '93. I wish I could remember the 90s more clearly, but I'm glad for the time I got and the memories I do have.
I was 15, and in love.. ofcourse I was awake!
I was 15 and then 16 that year with a crush ❤ that turned to heart break 😢...but I looked back on it not long after and wondered "what was I even thinking??" A wonderful experience to try out 😂😊 and all smiles now when it comes to mind
I'm a 90's kid, but this just reminds me of good times before 2010, all the good memories growing up and the days when I first got to listen to Binary Finary and Chicane. I'm glad I can think about that and just daydream about the past... even just for a bit. Thanks
I was 21 in 1993. I miss my youth. It truly was a simpler time, such different and less intrusive technology. I guess everyone feels that way when they get older.