Tag Archives: childhood

My WWF Days

1 Aug

I remember standing up on our brown cushy couch figuring out the angles, measuring the distances, and then jumping off, soaring really, and doing my best Jake the Snake impression on my imaginary wrestling partner. The referee would dramatically slide next to me and pound on the mat.

One!

Two!

Three!

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The winner and newwwwwwww champion The Guat!

Ahhhhhhhhhh! The crowd would roar as I held up the belt.

All of this taking place in my best whisper voice ever as it was the quietest Royal Rumble. My mom didn’t appreciate the sport much, or the fact that I’d be jumping off the furniture.

But even though it was hush-hush I’d still battle them all, Andre The Giant, Ravishing Rick Rude, The Million Dollar Man Ted Diabiase, The Iron Shiek, King Kong Bundy, and Rowdy Roddy Piper. Other than Andre the Giant, Rowdy Roddy Piper was pretty tough in the ring. He was always so sneaky, like all villains should be, but I still kind of liked him better than the other villains.

:)

🙂

We’d have epic battles, where my participation on the ultimate wrestling team of Jake The Snake, Randy Macho Man Savage, Hulk Hogan and The British Bulldogs, was crucial. They couldn’t have done it without me.

I remember the WWF as being a big part of my childhood, just like Saturday morning cartoons. So when I heard of Rowdy Roddy Piper’s death, it was kind of sad, like a piece of childhood had gotten smaller because of his absence. Even though he was a “bad guy” in the wrestling world, with his sneaky eye pokes, it was sad to hear of that loss. His death reminded me of all those Royal Rumbles I had at my house and how fun it was to imagine winning the championship belt, or just getting the three count from the ref. It took me back to some childhood moments that made me really happy.

And so today I remember Rowdy Roddy Piper and the WWF days of the past. I thank him for the good memories.

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The Bowl of Lucky Charms Had To Wait on Saturday Morning

6 Oct

I never met a kid who wasn’t a morning person on a Saturday at the crack of dawn.

Especially in the 80s.

We sprang out of bed with our crazy hair, and plopped ourselves in front of the television. The bowl of Lucky Charms had to wait. Our time was precious. It was limited. We only had a few hours to catch our favorite characters and their adventures, and laugh.

It was a special time when all else was quiet and everybody was snoring in bed. It was a time we had to ourselves and it was awesome.

And the thing is we didn’t have much. We didn’t need much. We only had seven. Seven channels and no remote control. And that was it. No TiVo no DVR no Internet.

And that’s all we needed.

To some people that might seem out of the ordinary, surreal even, but for me it was everyday life, and I loved waking up, hanging out in my pajamas, and losing myself in the funnies of cartoon life.

I was reminded of this Guat childhood memory this past weekend  when I heard that the Saturday morning cartoon ritual on prime time television ended. But I guess that would make sense with Nick Jr., Disney Jr., The Cartoon Network, and The Sprout Channel providing a cartoon extravaganza all day. It makes sense, I guess. Business sense.

But to me, there was nothing like waking up at the crack of dawn to watch your favorites because that was the only chance you were gonna get. The only opportunity and you made the most of it. So in memory of my Guat childhood here is my top ten Saturday morning cartoon lineup.

 

Mighty Mouse

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Superfriends

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Super Chicken

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Wacky Races

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Fat Albert

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School House Rock

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Bugs Bunny and the Looney Tunes

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Scooby Doo

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Woody Woodpecker

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Felix The Cat

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Happy

9 Oct

Happy

 

I couldn’t believe when I saw this at the store.

The second toy I had ever owned in my three-year old existence.

It brought me back … way back.

It brought me back to the time when I was amazed at a toy that had music and moving pictures.

It brought me back to a time when I played with my Dad.

It brought me back to the time when my playing jacks rocked.

It brought me back to a time when I thought it was awesome to wake up in the morning.

It brought me back to a time when I had no worries, other than who was going to change my diaper.

It brought me back to a time when boys didn’t exist yet.

It brought me back to a time when Band-Aids cured everything.

It brought me back to a time when I didn’t pay taxes.

It brought me back to a time when I was happy.

It brought me a smile.

Happy.