I'm 28. My first real memories are Crouch's Heisman season.
I've told this story a couple times, and it kind of lines up with
@Mood4NU story above, but I was raised to believe that Nebraska had won football games before the first whistle even blew, by just stepping on the field and having that presence. And, for a time, that was true. So I watched us get absolutely bent over by Miami at my cousin's house 20 years ago. In the car ride home, I remember not being too mad about it because I thought to myself "it's fine, we'll be back next year anyway. We're Nebraska. We play for championships". I still get chills thinking about it because we never went back after that. That was the last natty we played in.
And honestly, even as I get older and for a while, up until Bo started to get throttled in big time games, I still somewhat believed that we were Nebraska and should be winning 9-10 games a year just because. I can't remember when reality set in but it was probably mid-2010s, like 2014-ish. Just kinda hit me one day that no one was scared of Nebraska anymore.
I'd do some questionable things to see a Scott Frost led Nebraska team bring us back to national respect again and stay there for a while. I swear I'll do nothing but soak it all in and appreciate it.