When I was a kid, I swore I’d never get nostalgic while talking about the days of my youth, like my parents did. I’d never lament a simpler time, or refer to any period of my life as “the good old days.” I’m nowhere near old, so I’m going to say this with as much youthful exuberance as I possibly can: Kids today are missing out, because summer will never be as awesome as it was in the ’90s.
