It’s 1999 and Pooh Bear would like to know what exactly that ‘dog’ thing is and how long it’s going to stay.

The answer was “not long enough”, and also “about 15 years”, in case anyone was wondering.

It’s 1991 and boy that kid had a lot of hair.

It’s 1996 and somebody’s having a birthday!

It’s 2005 and you can dance at the zoo at night wearing a giant hat if you want to.

Note: I still have that hat. And that shirt. And that girl.

It’s 1995 and this girl is taking a picture of me taking a picture of her taking a picture of me.

It’s 1993 and fortunately there aren’t any clever girls hiding among the ferns.

Or maybe they’re busy elsewhere I guess.

It’s 1995 and shhhh, ‘X-Files’ is on.

I hope The Smoking Man’s in this one.

It’s 1993 and Batman is a long way from Gotham City.

Note: This was the chairlift to get to the top of a sadly-defunct alpine slide in central New York ― one of the few things my wife was actually willing to be suspended in mid-air for.

It’s 2000 and that joke wasn’t as funny as you think it was.

It’s 1999 and ooh what’s that interesting thing up there?