Most Nostalgic Moment of My Week: I Found Old Floam Under the Shelf
I froze.
I prodded it with the ruler — standard protocol.
It didn’t move.
It didn’t smell like death.
It smelled like… plastic? And faintly, like a forgotten science experiment.
Then I saw them.
Tiny foam beads.
Like mini marshmallows fused with packing peanuts.
And that’s when it hit me.
It was Floam.
Old Floam.
Very old Floam.
The kind that once lived in my hands, not under furniture.
🧫 Wait — What Is Floam?
If you’re under 25, you might be reading this and thinking:
“What in the name of Nickelodeon is Floam?”
Let me take you back.
Floam was the slime-sibling you never knew you needed — a weird, squishy, malleable substance that was part gel, part foam beads, and 100% chaos.
It looked like someone took slime, mixed it with Styrofoam, and said:
