I was a kid in the Eighties. Win by default.
The Teddy Roosevelt years featured a couple of major economic downturns (including the Panic of 1907, the worst financial crisis for a hundred years---including the Depression.)
The teens featured World War 1.
The Twenties? Rocked except for the last two months, if you liked your cities with organized crime flavor.
Thirties? Ugh. My grandfather (89 and kicking) told me all about them. It snowed all year long and even if you lived on top of a mountain you still managed to walk uphill to school.
Forties? Sorry, I don't care how cool the Ink Spots are, a major world war does not a "great" decade make.
Fifties? Scary.
Sixties? Scary for a different reason.
Seventies? Thank the gods for the sluttification of women or I wouldn't be here, but I'll pass on dreadful hair, worse fashion, and music? They can't all be Stevie Wonder.
Eighties? I was a kid. Childhood Me = Auto-Win.
Nineties? Well, I did have a truly obscene amount of sex, but...