The Saturday mornings of my childhood were such fun. My brother and I would get up early, grab some sugary cereal and sit down in front of the tube. We played outside most of the day--living on a farm in the country sort of made that mandatory--but from about 7:3oam until noon we watched cartoons.
Cartoons B.S. (Before Scrappy Doo, for those who have not heard me wail about it) were lively, inventive and advanced by great story-line writing. Cartoons P.S. (Post Scrappy Doo) seem to be created only to sell merchandise, and suffer from tired, re-treaded plotlines.
It's interesting how much from those B.S.shows have stuck with me into my adulthood. Thirty years later I can still sing the entire theme from Hong Kong Phooey, and I rely on Schoolhouse Rock's "Lolly, Lolly, Lolly" for my definition of an adverb. Fun cartoons weren't just for Saturdays, though:
Timer rocked! He taught kids about the nervous system in an After School Special. On Saturdays, in between full length cartoons, he showed us how to make homemade popsicles. Most importantly, he taught us the value of cheese as a snack.
About 10 years ago my wife and I were eating at The Cheese Cellar, in Pittsburgh. Our first time there, we were reading the menu when the waitress arrived to take our order. It went like this:
Waitress: Hi. Ready to order?
Me: Well, I'm hankering for a hunk of...
My wife: Please ignore him.
Me. A slab, a slice, a chunk of...
My wife: [kicking me under the table] Really, he is just weird. Ignore him and he will stop.
Me. I'm hankering for a hunk of cheese.
Waitress: Yeah...Whatever. Listen, you wanna hear the specials?
You'd never get that life-long memory from The Care Bears!