![]() Saturday mornings in the 80s: hours of blissful cartoon-watching. Beetlejuice, The Real Ghostbusters, He-Man and She-Ra, Looney Tunes, The Jetsons, and so many more. Current Saturday mornings include blissful hours of coffee-drinking, bird-watching and couch-sitting. Equally enjoyable, really, which makes me feel old. Looking back on some of those cartoons, I recall that my perception was quite skewed. Thinking Marvin the Martian was a bowling ball, for one, or even worse, believing that Woodstock from The Peanuts was a piece of cheese popcorn. Of course, my own beliefs were trampled by reality fairly quickly. How could a piece of cheese popcorn flutter around? And why didn't that dog eat him? Just a couple troubling questions from early childhood. I still think that my perception of things is a tad unusual, which is fine. At times, I still have those, "Oh, THAT'S what that is" kind of moments, and that's okay, too. It's still me--the same girl, only a bit taller, sleeping in a bit later, and minus the countless hours of cartoon-watching and second helping of cereal. I do watch cartoons occasionally, but without the same excited feeling I had as a child. Without feeling like I'm getting away with something.
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4/9/2019 05:37:19 am
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