I'll just leave this here.

This is my childhood you're trashing. (Unless you speak of the later generations, in which case go on.)

You never had a childhood. You were given the internet, which is a hollow substitute for true happiness and a delusion that modern society instills to make you believe that you had a privileged experience. You idealized a man trapped in the body of a young boy, seeking to escape the hole of plot that has been reprocessed and regurgitated to make you into a consumer of the American Dream. Four-square, pogs, warheads, and cocaine were what we lived and died on. Knock-out displayed our godly athletic abilities and recess was a period of lawless independency. We crafted our own childhood or we died in the process.