I was thrilled to hear last Thursday that two local radio stations were playing only ‘90s songs during the holiday weekend.

I love ‘90s music. From Nirvana to the Gin Blossoms to the Spice Girls the Wallflowers to *NSYNC, I can’t get enough of it. I think it was a great decade for music. I know this puts me in a minority, but I don’t care.

So clearly, I was psyched. I set my alarm to wake up with one of the local stations. At 6 a.m. Friday, I awoke to a commercial saying, “Here’s your ‘90s flashback weekend.”

I jumped up immediately and thought, “When did we start flashing back to the ‘90s? I remember the ‘90s!”

I was alive for the last five days of the ‘80s (and no, that’s not an understatement), so I really have no recollection of the decade marked by big hair and shoulder pads. So, ‘80s flashbacks have never bothered me. I honestly loved VH1’s “I Love the ‘80s,” I thought it was hysterical.

But flashing back to a decade I remember, not so funny. To make matters worse, the kids I coach have never heard any of these songs. They don’t remember Britney Spears for “Baby One More Time”; they remember her as that crazy woman who had her kids taken away. These kids don’t know what a Furby is and will never go to a Harry Potter Midnight Release Party. They don’t remember a time before the Internet. So after practice on Friday, I felt old. We’ve grown up in completely different times.

I complained to one of my co-workers who is a few years younger than me that radio stations were flashing back to a decade I remember clearly. His exact words were “Get used to it.”

So this is my future. I will forever be listening to radio stations flashback to my childhood, while I sit around and say, “I remember when this song came out.” It could be worse; I could be listening to the oldies station saying that. And soon, I’m sure I will be.