I was 17. I had an older boyfriend who had a car and a mobile phone. I lived at home and I thought I had it all back then. The phone was one of the new smaller ones (but looking back now, it was still brick-like !). He got me into pubs and clubs, Life was one long party of getting ready, going out, weekend days spent in the pub, great times in pubs gardens during the summer (1994 was a hot summer). The pubs were always full at the weekends. I didn't appreciate it at the time, but I was so young and so very slim. No body hang ups. Zero responsibilities. Parents still working and very well health wise. My sister was still alive.
Now - I have a hell of a lot of responsibilities. Working FT with a large team who I manage. Running a house. If I don't get the DC up for school then no one will. With DH I make DC dinner, take them to school/clubs/mates/appointments, washing for all 5 of us, organising weekly food shops & food meal planning. If I (and DH) don't work then there is no money for any of us. Trying to find enough time for DH/DC/friends/family/my hobbies/down time while also working and managing the house. Never-ending home to-do list. The more I work through it, the more gets added to it. No longer as slim (or young), huge body hang-ups (some might say body dysmorphia), constantly comparing myself to everyone else/beating myself up. My sister died many years ago My parents are getting old and have health issues.
Oh to be back in 1994 again. I close my eyes and I can sometimes smell the good old times again. Life these days is a hell of a lot harder, faster, busier and full on with a feeling of constantly being available through my phone and on the go.