90s Kid Kay What a time to be born eh, 1990. Always felt cool. First for the basic reason of its definition, not just a new year, but a new decade also. Oh the cool chills, I can remember them, this of course meant that I was among the special ones who could actually track my birthdays based on the ending numbers. "In 1995 I'll be 5 years old, in 1999 I'll be 9..." I'd happily calculate in my head. It was fun. I could do it. At the age of 5 I was completely and totally sure I hated mathematics as a subject, calculation passed me by easily. So being able to easily calculate what age I'd be in a particular year felt quite like a super-power. Day dreaming was a standard part of the norm those days. Actually thinking about it now, at that age I was 'day-wondering' more like. Assuming daydreams involve your person being mentally transported to a number of different places and times that you may have been made aware of by various experiences or simply the television. At the age of 5, I had not exactly experienced any places I genuinely enjoyed or even made complete sense of the images I saw on TV (Gott sei dank!). At that age, I was still trying to make sense of what all this meant. Not long ago I had opened my eyes for the first time, and here I was in a classroom with a group of similar people learning how to count and do minor additions with the aid of my fingers. Third-world living, abacuses were a luxury I'm guessing. Except of course, fingers freaked the hell out me at that age. Like seriously, what were they? They just dangled....and were pointy....and were part of me? Okay. So what was I? Oh that question! It was the recurring theme of the early years. I secretly hope that it was the recurring theme of all our early years. For me however, it's safe to say my early years have never really ended. Back to 1995 however, for the hope of not being alone I would like to think I was one of those kids who took a bit of a while to get into it all. While other kids already established that they were here and were a part of it all, making friends, playing ball and even had the audacity to complain about things others did to them or a particular treatment from their parents; I was still wondering. Wondering what all I was seeing meant, why my head was round, what was behind me (peripheral vision is a female dog!), wondering what I was, who my parents were and of course wondering what my fingers were. Oh the fingers, they freaked me out man.w