When I was in Australia, I forgot to attend a particular exhibition at the Powerhouse Museum in Sydney. It was about growing up in Australia during the 1980’s, and damn me for not going.

Because I’d love to be in the 1980’s again.

I wonder, does everyone – as they age – fondly reminisce about the decade of their youth? Is there an inexorable allure to the what-once-was, strong enough to wipe away any bad memories (not that I have any) and make one recall only the good times? It’s silly to suppose anyone would want to forsake the comforts of today, but it’s also very easy to believe that life wasn’t so bad without them as well!

The 1980’s were my formative years (ages 8 through 18) and were an era of great music, great movies, great TV and truly awesome video games. Almost everything I am ‘into’ now builds upon the foundations of the 1980’s, when anything that matters started.

I lived those days. I lived them well and enjoyed them as best I could, but I can’t help dreaming about how greater it could have been had I perhaps known how great those days truly were.