1993.
My whole life has been effing weird since then. It wasn't great before, but there was some hope. The world, and the people in it, did not seem like they had been replaced by cheap, badly painted theatre backdrops and animatronics, back then. It seems like I woke up on my 17th birthday, and a spiral of pointless hollow desperation ensued.
It took many years to realise that the world had actually gotten really weird, and scary after that day, but when I did, it was revelatory.
I don't even romantacise the internet from back in the 90's, because there was no practical internet where I lived until late 90's.
We hung out and played Sega/Nintendo or arcade games, listening to any old music we liked. Pop, metal, punk, gangster rap, grunge, hard rock...whatever man.
The weed was good then too. Not this pseudo weed they replaced it with. Not the paranoiac, body bashing stuff that began to turn up around then. We smoked honest to goodness grown in the dirt weed, and it was strong, and soaringly heady. It made you ride the music and love your friends even more. And it made playing a game of pool with friends all saturday night the best party ever.