My Childhood Bedroom — Just as I Left It in 1989

Oh, hey there, random artifact from my childhood that inexplicably materialized on the nightstand in the bedroom I grew up in.

I can’t decide if this is more or less strange by virtue of the fact that I came home in possession of a brand new Mario game in which he once again has a magical raccoon tail. And by “strange” I actually mean that bittersweetly nostalgic sense of wondersad.