Growing up in the early 2000s had its own kind of magic.
It smelled like watermelon lip gloss, sounded like someone yelling "get off the internet, I need to use the phone," and involved accessorising with butterfly clips. Lots of butterfly clips.
We spent afternoons burning CDs with handwritten tracklists, and making loom band bracelets long before they became a rainy-day craft.
These were the rituals that made childhood feel full of possibility.

























