My mom still keeps a drawer of Canadian Tire money like it’s a retirement plan, and honestly, I think she’s onto something. With Thanksgiving weekend here and everybody driving home, Canadian nostalgia hits a little harder, mostly because your parents’ pantry still has the same snacks from 1998. I’m not saying life was better back then. I’m saying a dollar was a coin, a notebook had a map on it, and I understood all of it.

The founding fathers, give or take a toque.


Fluent in Pingu, still failing French.



Somebody was about to get slimed, and they probably deserved it.


Every small town's lighthouse.



Six losses. Zero regrets. Seventh cup pending.


This collage owes me forty years of loyalty points.



Somebody's about to yell car, and nobody is moving that net.


The two-dollar bill walked so the toonie could roll.



Somewhere this bag is still holding someone's mittens.


School trip energy: pure, loud and slightly terrifying.



Monopoly money that actually buys things.


Still don't trust TV. Still don't fully trust hippos.


I don’t think any country raised its kids on TV quite like we did. Half the 90s Canadian TV shows were trying to scare us and the other half starred a clay penguin who never said a real word. Old Canadian commercials were somehow even more intense. I learned not to trust television from a fake hippo, and I have not fully trusted hippos since.
Then there’s the cup situation. Tim Hortons memes exist because every Canadian has, at some point, dug through a garbage can for a roll up the rim tab and called it hope. I once won a single donut and talked about it for a week like I’d won a car. Add a Zellers bag, a Hilroy notebook and a few Canadian Tire bills, and that is my whole personality from grade four.
What gets me is how small all of it was. Nobody gets nostalgic about the big moments. It’s a coffee cup, a plastic bag, a store that closed, a show that came on after school while your mom was still at work. That’s the stuff that sticks. You don’t miss being a kid so much as you miss when a toonie felt like real money and everybody watched the same thing.
I’m going to go check my wallet for Canadian Tire money, just in case it still works.
As a Certified Double-Double Dependent, I Can Confirm Every Meanwhile in Canada Meme Is a Documentary is the obvious next stop if you’re feeling patriotic, and 35 90s Pics For Millennials Who Miss Everything covers the rest of the decade. Bring a snack. Preferably something that comes in a box of forty.





