It’s Friday night-1994

[Cositseleventhirtyandtheclubisjumpinjumpin]

How old are you, what are you doing?

I’m 16, almost due to do GCSE’s and have an amazing summer, only bettered by summer of 1995, the following year.
I’m out, either at a house party or drinking in the park or around the village. I spent ages getting ready in crop top or maybe a body, oversized denim or check shirt, usually tied around my waist, kickers & jeans. Hair long and wavy, coffee shimmer lipstick, bronzer and heavy eyeliner. Met up with the other four friends in our group to drink vodka or cider, smoke Embassy number one and probably some weed later on. Excitement’s in the air as it is every Friday night, we’ll probably meet up with the boys two years above us, maybe drive around in cars, possibly go with one of them (snog/kiss) but the most fun part is when all five of us girls get drunk together and howl with laughter, rarely has there been friendships as precious as those early ones.

This Friday night-I’m 48, lay in bed next to my sleeping 7 year old, live abroad and am a sensible adult.

I love your description here about the moonlit streets in suburbia, I am also a long way from there now and my family no longer live there

And now?

I'm just turned 18 and going clubbing on speed and ecstasy with the man who I'm now happily married to. Best nights of our life!!

I’m 25. I’m a single parent to a 2 year old. I’m exhausted because I have to work full time as my child’s father won’t pay maintenance and won’t even visit her.

My poor mum! Put her through such worries i’m sure 😩

16, and probably in, reading a book or watching a VHS film, or doing my homework. I am still a homebody! If I did go out it would be to see a friend three villages away, but it involved my dad complaining about driving me there and back. I was too shy to snog boys.

Just remembered the late nights sitting outside the bar where our daughter worked, waiting for her to finish work about 11.30. There used to be some very funny programmes on Radio 4 at around 11pm and it was entertaining watching the girls teetering along, flimsy dresses, carrying their high heels, no coats and their arms crossed under their boobs against the cold weather! So pleased when she passed her driving test!

Forgot that bit - I was at a party last night, but now I'm old and retired, and the kids are doing their thing in various places. Ex and I are on friendly terms again, and we occasionally have a coffee or bump into each other at social events (same town).

Good to be at a party when old & retired, I cba at 48

Ooh I was 11, probably staying at my nan's house as my mom worked nights, staying up late to watch Bevis and Butthead!

It was the weekend before my 18th birthday. We would have been saving ourselves for the Saturday light and I would have been working my Friday shift at the chip shop worrying about my exams and the only way out of the small town I lived in.
on the Saturday I got two cakes baked by my friends. One was yfronts shaped for the Chinese restaurant reveal (a modest cake) and the other was a giant penis (a less modest cake 😂) gave to me at home later. I would have been wearing my beige ankle boots and brown socks with my cream and beige checked chiffon mini dress, drinking K Cider and then Morgan’s spice coke with a head of Guinness. 💚

Age 23b a'm pretty heavily pregnant and finished a shift at work then having to feed and wrestle a 3 year old to bed. Then have friends over due to no babysitter

Last night working u til 9 then having dinner and drinks at OHs house

Oh shit sorry @Cositseleventhirtyandtheclubisjumpinjumpin I was 10, so a few years before my actual out out dancing to The Prodigy

Teacher now & still persecuting the horse & Greyhound racing cunts here & abroad ✊

I was 9 and a half and in Year 4 at school. I enjoyed Year 4 and liked my teacher. I won't name her, but she was a lovely lady. She must have been late 40s I'd say, with shoulder length mousey hair. She was a really good piano player.

On a Friday evening we (my mum, older sister and I) would go to the library after school. We used to go every 2 weeks. I'd get maybe 3 or 4 books and my sister would get as many as her library card would allow.

We'd go home and have tea, and then mum and I would walk the five minutes or so to the local swimming pool. It was almost always just us two. Mum would swim lengths for an hour. I'd do a few, but would mostly just bob about, practicing holding my breath under water, and playing little imaginary games with myself.

Then it would be home, probably a snack and then bed at around 8pm at that age.

I was 21 and on my year in France. We usually went out to the local pub for drinks then onto a nightclub to dance on the tables. Sometimes we headed to Paris for the weekend to stay in a youth hostel for a couple of nights. A group of about 15 of us also hired cars a few times during the summer term and travelled around staying with fellow students in other parts of France or renting one hotel room for us all and kipping on the floor. We lived on bread, cheese and wine. Life was great! I’m sitting at home drinking Pepsi having just dropped eldest child to work in our local village. I’ve spent most of the day doing housework which I detest but have a clean home which I love. I’ll probably crochet and watch tv with my husband as soon as the last load of washing is sorted. The music of the 90’s was incredible. So many happy memories of just dancing all night.

I'm 13 and out with my friends dinking cheap vodka, cider and beer out in the park. Had my first kiss!

Finishing work as a young teacher and getting ready to go out raving all weekend

At uni and probably hanging out at someone’s shared house

That was me, I'm struggling coming to terms with ageing now but I'm glad I was the right age to enjoy it then.

I would have been 6. Presumably watching gladiators on tv and we always had Indian takeaway on a Saturday.

Today I’m 38, I’ve been to the zoo with my 6 year old for their meerkat experience. We had burgers and cider for tea and finishing off the night watching Shrek before bedtime shortly. I own my own home, it's one of the houses I used to walk past, and love, as a child, I’m married and I have a decent job. It’s not a fancy life but it’s what I always hoped for.

I would have been 9. Probably in my room listening to boyzone or take that and reading sweet valley high books

Im now 41 and spent last night crocheting on the sofa, watching the new greenland movie with the dog snoring next to me, cat on my lap and my 14 year old upstairs talking to her friend on video call and my 10 year old asleep

I was 23, had just dropped out of an MA and was living in a commune by the sea in the US, having a gloriously carefree time cycling around exploring, working a couple of basic jobs, drinking in funny little dive bars.

I coveted a lot more ground since then, dropped back into the MA, did an overseas doctorate, had a big career, married someone from the commune and we have a teenager. I write for a living now. Life is good.

I was 14 so probably be out with friends or at a sleep over or at home listening to music and reading magazines.

I mean I wasn’t born until 1995 but this sounds exactly how we used to spend our Friday nights when we were 15/16 so 2010. There’s nothing else like it, just so care free. I think millennials were the last generation to have this sort of teenage life, things are so different now.

Currently 31 with 2 pre school kids and I class 8pm as late.

I am 44 that year. Recently re married. Re modelling house for us and 2 of my kids, 2 of his alternate week ends.
working full time as a teacher. Running a women’s squash team. Theatre/ movies/ holidays Loving life.
wish I had appreciated it more.
now living as a couple, he has dementia and I long for the life we had. Hope I enjoyed it as much as I should have.
Make sure you do. X