#tbt is a new series that I am doing. Instead of posting JUST pictures of awkward/cute/precious/memorable moments in the past, I am also accompanying it with a throwback story as well. I hope this will give you more of an insight of what kind of kid (and adult in some instances) I was. Enjoy.
I was a strange kid. Really, I mean that. My mother will more than vouch on that one. I did my own thing and for the most part my parents just kind of let me go through a lot of trial and error. I really think this was because they didn’t know what else to do with me?
I was very quirky. I was the kid that would fight MIGHTLY getting out of bed every day of the weekend except for Saturday. I was oft times up and at them at 6-6:30am watching cartoons and my stories. I find it funny that nearly 30 years later I am quite the opposite. I am up and at it except for Saturdays (outside of race season of course). If I knew then what I know now I would have been sleeping in on Saturdays like a bandit.
But, alas, I did not. I was a dumb kid in that regard.
Since I was usually the first one up in the house I kind of had the house to myself. I would plant in front of the TV and watch Saturday morning cartoons while usually chowing down on cereal and ice cream. Not to mention a plethora of other foods. I don’t know why, but I loved putting ice cream and chocolate sauce in flour tortillas. It was no Choco-Taco, but I loved them. I am fairly certain that at least 100lbs. of my childhood obesity was created on Saturday mornings in my front living room.
I would plant myself in front of the TV for a good 4-5 hours until my parents got ready for the day and kind of forced me to do something else. Usually chores or anything besides TV. But, wasn’t before I also watched my favorites … Bob Ross and Julia Child on PBS. Yeah, kids, before Arthur there was Bob Ross and Julia Child. I guess that dates me, but I loved both. Food and art were some of my passions (though I am sure Julia Child would never approve of my ice cream tacos).
Here are a few memories I have of my Saturday Mornings as a kid …
- There were a lot of times that I wouldn’t even bother getting dressed to watch Saturday morning cartoons. I can’t tell you how many times my Mom told me to go put pants on.
- I still don’t like pants, but that’s a whole other story.
- My favorite Saturday morning cartoon was The Real Ghostbusters and Flintstone Babies.
- The Muppet Babies were a close second.
- My favorite way to eat cereal was to pour a bowl of Lucky Charms in a big bowl, drowned it in milk and then add a scoop (or two, usually two) into the cereal. I’d then let it sit for a few minutes and eat it. Best thing ever. Trust me.
- My second favorite breakfast was to scoop vanilla ice cream and poor chocolate sauce on a flour tortilla and eat it like a taco. It sounds gross (and is gross), but at the time I loved it. Why, Josh? Why?
- There was one time as an young teenager I drank a whole 2-liter of Black Cherry Shasta soda before anyone woke up on Saturday morning. Yep.
- I watched a lot of Julia Child and Bob Ross on PBS growing up. That is why I love cooking and desperately want a pet squirrel.
- I remember one Saturday morning going to a Church Primary party and eating eight pancakes. It started off as a contest, but I won after the four pancake and last four were merely for show. I never quite knew when to stop.
- Have I mentioned my distain for pants yet?
- My favorite show on Saturday mornings as a teenager was NBA Inside Stuff. I was a sports junkie at an early age.
- When we got the internet in the 90s, I hated getting on the TV early in the morning because the dialup would always wake someone up.
- I will always remember sucking air playing Church Ball on Saturday mornings down at the Stake Center. I loved playing, but I was so out of shape I hated running from one side of the court to the other. Luckily, now that is not a problem and something I love to do.
- I remember when Steve Urkel got his own Saturday morning cartoon. It was horrible.
- I can’t even tell you how often I would eat leftover pizza on Saturday morning, followed by a second breakfast once my family got up.
- I remember having sleepovers at my Grandparents and every Saturday morning my Grandpa would make banana pancakes for us grandkids. That’s one of my favorite memories as a kid.
- One of my least favorite was sleeping over at my friend’s house and then in the morning his Mom would make whoever stayed over to do chores before we could leave. I guess it was fair if we ate breakfast there, but still …
- Sometimes as a kid I would watch the stupid informercials because I was too lazy to get up and turn the channel. Even if the remote wasn’t that far away.
In retrospect, I sure made some memories and ate some crappy food. But, I wish that I didn’t stay in front of a TV that much. I was I was a bit more ambitious as a kid. I wish I went outside more. I wish I got involved in sports more. I don’t feel like I missed out on life, but in a way you have wonder if you did. For many years I kind of let TV guide me.
When I become a parent I don’t want my kids to follow in my footsteps in that regard. I want them to have a childhood that doesn’t involve a control panel. I want them to go outside. I want them to make memories with their siblings and friends, not just with the Bob Rosses and Julia Childs of the world. Or the Miley Cyruses or Justin Biebers of the world.
Gosh I am sounding like an ornery old fart.
But, I think my point is, that you’ve got to live your life. Don’t let outside factors control that. Be the master of destiny, shape it the way you see it. Create it.
You’re got going to necessarily find that watching TV while eating ice cream tacos on the couch in your underwear.
What were you like as a kid? What are some of your memories as a kid on Saturday mornings?