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Stranger Things

Growing Up With 

Stranger Things


I’ve been waiting for Stranger Things season by season, year by year. That waiting matters. It’s not a show I binged in a weekend and forgot. I grew with it. And so did the cast.


When the series started, they were kids. Awkward, loud, reckless kids. Now they’re adults, both on screen and in real life. Watching them change felt strange in a good way. It felt familiar. Like looking at old photos of yourself and realizing you didn’t notice the growth while it was happening. We aged together, just at slightly different speeds.


Each season feels more confident than the last. The world expands, the stakes rise, and the storytelling becomes tighter. It doesn’t rely only on nostalgia or spectacle. It earns its escalation. The show seems to understand that growing older means fear changes shape. It becomes quieter, heavier, and harder to name.


One thing that always stood out to me is how the monsters are created. They don’t feel random. There’s a scientific logic behind them, even when the science is fictional. That grounding makes the horror feel more believable. It’s refreshing. The threat doesn’t come from magic alone, but from curiosity, experimentation, and human arrogance. The monsters feel like consequences, not decorations.


I sometimes wonder what this show would have meant to me if it had ended when I was the same age as when I started watching it. I don’t think I would have fully understood it. Not the loss, not the fear, not the emotional weight. Time gave the story depth. Or maybe time changed me enough to see it.


Stranger Things isn’t just a story about monsters from another dimension. It’s about growing up and realizing the world doesn’t get simpler as you understand more. It gets stranger. And somehow, watching that happen on screen, year after year, made the process feel a little less lonely.

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