Triplet! Except born in late 72 and graduated in 90. |
1978 here and I agree with all of this. |
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Born in 78, and I identify so strongly with the 1980s. I became really aware of pop culture in about 1983-1984. I had young parents and grew up in a neighborhood full of other young families who were always socializing, blasting popular music, talking about movies and tv. We had teen babysitters dressed in cool clothes, watching MTV. I idolized them! I also obsessed over the toys of the era, my Christmas and birthday wish lists, poring over the Sears and Best catalogues, hoping to see the commercials for what I wanted.
It's not that I don't feel sentimental about my teen years in the 90s, that's when I made the decisions that made me who I am today. But my memories of the 80s are so innocent and vivid, I definitely consider myself a "child" of that decade. |
| Born in 80 and definitely consider myself a child of the 80s. Smurfs, glow worm, Mandonna, Rainbow Brite, Donkey King etc. I had older siblings though so more of an 80s pop culture influence than if I’d been the oldest. |
| I'm 1978. The 80s I was a kid. I looked up to teenagers and loved the big hair and all of that, but didn't get to participate in all the trends. The 90s were more memorable since I was 12+. I identify it's both decades differently. |
| Born in 86, definitely a child of the 90s. |
1973 is in the 1970s. They are celebrating their birth, not their 5th grade. They are having fun exploring an era they didn't consciously live through. |
1969 here and agree. I’ll add looking at the JCPenny, Spiegal, and Sears Roebuck catalase at Christmas. Making those Barrett’s with braided ribbon in a chevron pattern. Looking at 8-track tapes and latter cassettes on those subscription services you found in magazines and TV Guide. The first microwaves and cable TV where you switched the lever between A and B. |
| Weird thing to care about. Let your friend celebrate their birthday however they want. |
| Child of the X typically means that you have childhood memories of X. So it is not when you were born, but when your childhood memories harken back to. |
Well said. I'm August 1979 and this is how I feel. |
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'78 here.
I identify most with the 90s. 80s was definitely childhood- latchkey kid, out until sunset everyday, Saturday morning cartoons, the start of MTV.. But 90s was 'prime'- Punk rock, raves, JNCO jeans, My So Called Life, the start of reality TV... |
Yes! I was beginning to think I was the only old person here. Reagan? Ha! We can remember when Ford was President. Waiting in line for gas. Roller rinks and rotary phones. I claim child of the 70s. |
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1968 here. I remember all of that. I remember Ford being president and the election of 1976. I remember not liking Ronald Reagan because he embraced Jerry Fallwell and the Moral Majority. I remember the Challenger disaster. I remember when Reagan was shot.
I consider myself a "child of the '80s because that was when I was in middle school, high school and college. ('90 grad) |
That's what I always thought. I asked my sister and she said the opposite. You are a "child of..." the decade in which you were born. Makes no sense to me. My earliest memory is 1988 when I was almost 6. Black Monday happened the previous fall, which I didn't understand or know about, but I remember my dad losing his job. During the spring of '88, my dad left WV after being unsuccessful in finding work for 7 months. My mom, siblings, and I stayed behind. My dad had bumped into a friend who was back in WV for a funeral. He said he was living and working in VA and he was sure he could get my dad a job. He did and a week later my dad left WV for VA. I vividly remember a lot of that time because I missed my dad but was also excited because I got to talk to him on the phone, which I thought was the coolest thing ever since I had never talked on the phone to anyone. I also remember eating so, so, so much spaghetti for dinner because my mom's hours at work were cut and she had to stretch the money even more. It's probably why I hate pasta! I also remember our eventual move to VA and the first night in our new house in VA. Anything else from the 80s is a blur to me. Sporadic memories of hurting myself playing or attending a party at a relative's house, but not vivid memories. I consider myself a child of the 90s. |