I have to admit, I am a very nostalgic person, even just the making of things can sometimes feel like a forward planning of nostalgic moments. In fact, this is true to such an extent that it seems strange that many people have no running documentation of their existence (artistic documentation or otherwise).
I am yet to research why creatives feel such a need to document the transition of present into past (recording experiences or conceptions). Even making art of external goings on is still a form of leaving markers or bread crumbs for some phantom future audience of no current bearing. Yet I for one do not want to live for ever and am fully aware of how unaware I will be of peoples posthumous bread crumb appreciation (or rather, lack of).
Through my teen years into early adulthood I began to notice that the feeling of nostalgia was arisen not just in photos or conversation, but through objects, places, people, then films and songs, and then in sounds, smells and textures.
The toys used in the above video bring about a generous dose of nostalgia for me (and I assume my sister too who co-made the video) and some of them are not even toys! The most unusual nostalgia creator for me is perhaps the battery charger which is maybe even beaten by the fact that my sister and I never questioned why we were including a battery charger in a video about our favourite toys. For me it stirs up memories of my remote controlled car, the Clod Buster! Strangely enough the Clod Buster's batteries (or rather the enclosure) were the kind that you could charge by just plugging a mains supply directly into the car. Evidently the Clod Buster represents the same time that I developed a joy for batteries, hence the charger.
I seem to remember feeling a great relief upon realising that I could power all sorts of crap with batteries that appeared unlimited (I haven't bought a set of batteries in a while, but I remember them being quite pricey).
