Saturday Mornings. . .
Cold fronts are great! Memory Lane is getting a little chilly. We can still take a stroll though.
2. Saturday morning cartoons were THEE BEST in the land! Do NOT think I am exaggerating and do not test me. Saturday morning cartoon was the stuff of legends. Bugs Bunny, Garfield, Incredible Hulk, GUMMY BEARS! (I can still sing the theme music) Muppet Babies, Spider-Man and His Amazing Friends, Popeye, Smurfs, Shirt Tales, Superfriends, Pink Panther, Winnie the Pooh, Pee-Wee’s Playhouse, Re-Boot (GREAT!). The list is long enough to wrap around the earth 10 times, just like all them plastic bottles on that commercial.
5. Saturday Chores. Yes my mom ran me ragged around the house. It was my responsibility to mow the lawn. I still feel a certain way when I smell fresh cut grass. I did laundry and helped with the groceries. At a certain time though, I would look at my mom and she knew I’d crossed my threshold, no more chores were getting done because…
6. Play with other kids on the block. I had a skateboard and a bike. I didn’t like the bike as much as the skateboard because my bike was Hello Kitty AND had a crap-tacular basket. Eww. I would go two doors down and play in this other kid’s backyard. He had an actual treehouse. We would pool our toys, or come up with something else to play. We played kickball in the street, chinese jumprope, or went all the way to the end of the block because that house had the Nintendo before all of us. When all else failed, turn on the hose/sprinkler and run through that bitch (pause). And we didn’t do that in bathing suits either!
7. On special occasions, my father would take me to the racetrack with him. I realize now that walking around with a little girl made my father look real good to the ladies. I see you dad, I see you!
There’s other memories of Saturdays that I have, but I can’t give you all everything. I hope that my children grow up to appreciate the magic that is Saturday mornings (and subsequently Saturdays.) However, I would love for cartoons to become what they used to be in order to make the magic worthwhile. But in the meantime, I’ll enjoy Saturday mornings as a grown-up.
What about you? Are you as in love with Saturday mornings as I am? Does the thought of it “take you back?” Because honestly, I became 8 years old again several times while writing this post. *sigh*
Enjoy your weekend.