I was a '90s kid, but weirdly enough the only thing I can remember from the 1990s is seeing a Y2K-compliant flashlight.
The 1990s were quite a decade, what with the federal election of 1993 (that was also the year I turned 30 and was given a surprise party

), Meech Lake, and the Charlottetown Accord. That was also the year when I adopted Gussy, a stray kitten who turned up in the back yard.
As for Y2K, it's still bemusing that Red Deer celebrated the year 2000 a full day before any other city on the planet. Our emergency services were so worried about Y2K that they insisted that the First Night Society hold our annual New Year's celebration on December 30, rather than the 31st. They were afraid that at the stroke of midnight a Catastrophe of Catastrophic Proportions would descend on the downtown area where all those families with children were expected to be taking in musical performances, magic shows, art activities, storytelling, and so on and to hear them carry on, it would be like a 1970s disaster movie.
We were given two options (I was on the board of directors for First Night that year, so I had a ringside seat to all this): Hold the celebrations a night early or cancel altogether.
This was in the late spring/early summer when we were told this, so we figured that a day early was better than nothing, since it was something the community looked forward to - a family-friendly non-alcholic New Year's party held in several venues within a few blocks in the downtown, with fireworks at midnight.
So we went ahead and booked the acts, rented the venues, made the arrangements with the City for parking, barricades, having first-aid services, and all the rest... and then in the fall, we were told, "Sorry, we seem to have overreacted a bit. Things probably won't be as bad as we thought, so go ahead and hold your festival on the 31st."
By that time it was too late to cancel the arrangements and rebook everything. We'd have lost $$$$$ and some of the performers we'd wanted for the 31st had already booked other gigs.
So we went ahead and had it in the 30th. It turned out to be a good thing, since the weather was nice and it was fairly warm outside (as in not much below 0C, with no appreciable wind chill). I remember that night for another reason; I'd spent so much time in board meetings that I really had no interest in attending the thing itself, so my boyfriend and I went to a movie. That was the last movie I ever went to - haven't set foot in a theatre since.
The next night was horribly frigid. A cold front swooped in, so people were quite glad we'd had the celebration the night before. And that was the night when the new millennium was rung in around the world - musical performances in every time zone, over a 24-hour period. They even had one at the South Pole, which was in every time zone simultaneously. I wasn't able to stay awake for the whole 24 hours, but I do remember our then-current MP saying on TV that his city had already rung in the new millennium the night before - the first city in the world to do that.