The opening credits of The Bugaloos
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When I was a kid I can remember being given a crayon and a pile of paper and a book and told the game was called “Lets Transcribe A Book.” I can’t remember the name of the book, but when I was a kid I didn’t have ‘normal’ books. I didn’t read Dr. Seuss until I was thirty, I have yet to read Alice In Wonderland or the Mother Goose and The Brothers Grimm libraries. Stuff like Rudolph I got in school, thankfully I wasn’t Totally home schooled — although I did learn lessons and play games some other kids didn’t. Like “Lets Watch For The Unmarked Van”, and “here’s what we do if the Pigs break the door down…”, actually the kids were just moved down the street to a Safe House when that became a distinct possibility.
I can remember, after the divorce, being introduced to Sharon, Lois and Bram. Mom actually took us to one of their concerts. And there was Sesame Street and Romper Room and Mr. Roger’s Neighbourhood, but all of those came after I was nine. I was hooked on Sesame Street when I heard that “one is the loneliest number” thing, Mr. Roger’s was all about a kind father-type dude and his toy train. Romper Room, of course, was all about the anticipation of having her see you through her special mirror and hearing her call your name. Bitch.
The books I had access to as a child, like “A Boy Martyr”, mostly involved serious young children wearing red scarves getting one over on the Landlord. There was the odd one about sharing your extra sweater with people who had no sweater, but mostly they generally ended with: “You’re dreaming if you think you can slip through Little Red Guards’ Fingers!”, which is a quote from “Sea Flower” who was a psychotic little child warrior for Mao who denounced enemy agents, gleefully sent Adults out for reeducation and killed dozens of otters with her spear.
And this is now the longest No Post Day ever, and I can’t believe Anita Marie would be terribly impressed with me making a Real Post out of an NPD, so I’ll wrap it up by saying I’m taking a couple of days to let my brain recover from the past week of Dealing with Stuff. So, to get back into a proper frame of mind I’ll be playing hours and hours of GTA: San Andreas, eating quite a bit of Old CheddEr Cheese and drowning my frontal lobe in Aspartame. Ah, No Post Day… truly You are bliss.
So my question, for anyone willing to participate, what were your favourite children’s stories Back Then and, if you have kid(s) or plan on having kids, what are the ones from Back Then you would never, ever tell them today?
Bonus points for admitting to which fairy tale character or Children’s Show TV personality you’d totally Do freaky stuff with/to in a clothing store changing room… mine would be:
1. Sea Flower
2. Joy from the Bugaloos
3. Deedee from The Doodlebops
4. Miss. Fran and Miss. Betty from Romper Room, but it’d be angry sex and Mr. Doo Bee would have to watch…