Honestly it'd be horrifying to wake up in the 90s again with an adult awareness of where the world is heading, and that it was already headed this way because we were knee-deep in capitalism and colonialism.
Frankly I'm not sure either of those things would help, the US would always find another excuse for all this death and destruction. I'd have be careful that whatever measures I took to stop Bush would become the new excuse for some atrocity we were already going to commit.
But if my 8yo ass could manage it, I'd stop Bush. Then I'd play toys. It's 2001 and Ello Creation System is about to hit the market. I won't lose all the small pieces this time. I've learned from the previous timeline.
However, Harold the Giraffe is eternal and still teaching kids to be healthy in the back of a dark van, he now just also has stuff to say about screen time.
The dream I had last night (and have been contemplating the moral of since I woke) was a bittersweet understanding that in life, we make bonds with people that eventually may be lost or fade and dissolve as we grow, but everyone eventually moves on.