Like many of my friends, I spent most of my childhood pretending to be an adult. From fake marriages in the playground to building the perfect house on the Sims, growing up in the 90s saw crop tops, tamagotchi’s, transfer tattoos, platform Skechers and more make-up than the Spice Girls put together as my vital tools in the experimentation of being a grown up.
Now, at the age of 25, in my final year as a ‘young person’, I find myself desperately clinging on to the ankles of youth in the hope I never get old.
Thanks to high house prices and casual work contracts, the unstable reality of adulthood for my generation (the millennials, also known as the Peter Pan Generation or Generation Y – like, Y do I still live with my parents?) is enough to keep us running from responsibility and straight back into denim bumbags and jelly shoes.
This hit a new level when my friend and I decided to spend our hard earned money on Vengaboys tickets. It wasn’t just the excitement of seeing Europe’s number one party band sing our favourite childhood classics, it was knowing they were going to be supported by even cheesier nostalgic acts the Cheeky Girls and Lolly.
Ahhh how much I’ve grown since the age of five coming back to my parents house from a 90s pop concert to the age of 25 where I, erm, come back home to my parents house after a 90s pop concert.
If an evening on board the Vengabus wasn’t enough, complete with leopard print Lycra and cowboy hats, we left safe in the knowledge the childhood dream was far from over – in just three months the same venue would host B*Witched, Big Brovaz and Blazin’ Squad (*makes a fan poster and waits by the crossroads*).
But as my friends and I muddle our way through the uncertainty of adult life, one thing is for certain, we’ll never lose the trait lost by many as they grow up – embracing your inner child.
Now, excuse me, I’m off to eat a bag of Space Raiders and watch Arthur.
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