In my department area at work, there's me and another girl around my age and two others who are, like, fifteen years later.
J, the girl around my age, and I just spent the last fifteen minutes explaining what
Pogs are.
And now I want to play it again. Oh man. So lame.
(I almost wonder if I still have any of my old Pogs at home. I had quite a lot, hmmm.)
Pogs came up because C & D's wee children are ALL OVER Silly Bandz and Polly Pocket at the moment and J and I were all 'Pfffffft they are not as cool as Pogs and didn't hurt to step on, so there'.
I am still disconcerted when I wander the toy aisle and realize that Polly Pocket is no longer pocket sized wee containers to carry around each little setting. It's weird.