This weekend, something occurred to me … namely, how much different the world is now than when I was a kid. My girls, for example, have no idea what Saturday mornings meant to me when I was young. They don’t have any concept about the reverence I had for that few hours of the week, or how I spent the ENTIRE WEEK waiting for it to arrive. And before you ask, no I’m not talking about sleeping in late
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I’m talking about what used to really matter to me – cartoons!
When I was young, I would’ve given anything to have cartoons available twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. A generation later, my children have been granted my wish, and guess what? They don’t care!
I don’t blame them; in fact, I have no doubt I would have felt the same they do if I’d actually be granted that wish when I was young. After all, it’s like having Christmas every day. Sure it sounds good, but how much is too much? After a few weeks of continual Christmas, we’d be bored with it. The beauty of Saturday mornings in the past was that it was our only time we – as children – were important to the networks. They were catering to us, and forgetting about all the adults out there.
And while I’m at it, here’s another thing – when I was a kid, the cartoons were COMPLETELY different. We had Scooby Doo, the Justice League, Bugs Bunny, Fog Horn Leg Horn, Grape Ape, Jabber Jaw, and of course the generation before me had the greatest cartoon of all time (unfortunately for only one season) – Johnny Quest. Now I can’t even follow the animation. It’s all anime, which is probably great for some people, but just doesn’t catch my imagination.
In the old days (I can’t believe I just said that), the Friday night before school started for the year, the networks actually had programs on prime time to announce and preview the new cartoons for the year. It was awesome! It was like the super bowl for kids. Of course you had to wait through the entire week for it to get there. But then on Saturday you got up before seven, poured a bowl of cereal that contained chemicals and four cups of sugar, opened up your TV tray, and sucked it all in. It was AWESOME. But now … well, cartoons twenty-four hours a day, but I can’t stand them. And my cereal just doesn’t taste as good as it used to. Moral of the story is … be careful what you wish for, because when it gets here it might not be what you expected!