Most Nostalgic Moment of My Week: I Found Old Floam Under the Shelf

You could:

Mold it into tiny dinosaurs

Stretch it like taffy

Press it into carpet fibers and leave a neon stain for eternity

It was marketed as “creative play.”

We used it as parental warfare.

And in the late ‘90s and early 2000s?

It was every kid’s dream — and every mom’s nightmare.

🕰️ A Time Capsule You Didn’t Bury — But the Universe Did

Holding that dried-up lump of Floam felt like opening a forgotten tomb.

The once-vibrant neon pink?

Now a sad shade of “dried apricot.”

The texture?

Somewhere between crouton and chewed gum.

And yet — those little foam beads?

Still clinging on.

Like loyal soldiers refusing to surrender.

I held it up like an artifact.

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