My first Christmas

Generation X, born between 1961 and 1981 (or more narrowly, 1965 and 1980), came of age between analogue childhoods and digital adulthoods. Recognised globally, we’re the disaffected, eye-rolling middle children of history, raised by wolves, feral, fuelled by cynicism, and still showing up. This subreddit is for Gen X by Gen X, sharing memories, stories, nostalgia, humour, photos, and commentary, because, whatever, someone has to remember it all.