For children of the 90s, those sturdy plastic lunchboxes that had a picture on the front, you carried by a handle and that had a matching drinks container inside. My parents were very concerned with healthy eating but also didn't seem to understand much about the new processed products so mine would generally contain a brown bread sandwich and vegetables wrapped in tin foil alongside peperami and munch bunch yogurts.
Hymns to mark the seasons - We Plow The Fields and Scatter for Harvest, Little Donkey for Christmas, All Things Bright & Beautiful in the Spring and, all year long, belting out Shine, Jesus, Shine.
Food to mark the seasons (this would be the same for my kids, now) - strawberry picking in high summer, blackberry picking in late summer, apple and plum crumbles and pies in autumn. Tangerines at Christmas time.
Someone else mentioned it already but walking around our village bare foot in the summer and the pain of hot asphalt on the soles of your feet, but they toughened up.
Village fetes, and the thrill of once finding a pair of high top trainers in the jumble table.
As already mentioned, The Snowman at Christmas, but also multicoloured tree lights that were in those little crystal shaped bulbs. Dad would lay them out across the sitting room floor and unscrew them one by one to find out which ones were working and which weren't. And those funny colourful foil decorations that stretched out and were hung across the ceiling.