Old School Saturday
Let’s take a trip down memory lane. Close your eyes, and let’s jump in a time machine to the 80’s. I can remember waking up on Saturday Morning’s to the aroma of pancakes, sausage, bacon and eggs. My dad was from Grenada, Mississippi, so breakfast was always a big deal when he was growing up. My mom was from South Carolina, so the morning routines were regimented in the Williams’ household. My mom would do other things in the house, so a hint of bounce dryer sheets would tickle my nostrils as a definite signal that it was time to get up. My normal routine every Saturday was to turn on my 13 inch, color TV to channel 13 so that I could watch my favorite shows. Anyone that grew up during this time knew that Schoolhouse Rock was a ritual for children, as well as a great learning tool. I can remember being completely mesmerized by “Rubix, The Amazing Cube”. I think we all made it our life’s goal to solve the mystery of the colorful cube. Unfortunately, some of us would get so frustrated that we would just peel the stickers off and place them on the cube as if we solved the puzzle. We just plain cheated. “The Littles” was another one of my favorites. I just could not seem to wrap my mind around how these little people could do such amazing things in their own little secret society. My all-time favorite was the pretty, little, electric blue creatures called “The Smurfs”. These little people would dance, sing and just make kids feel like they were a part of their little blue family. I think every little girl wanted to be Smurfette at some point during her childhood. Another cartoon in the Saturday morning line-up was “Pac Man”. Those of us that loved “Atari” were experts at the game of Pac Man. The goal was to not get caught by the ghosts. Once Pac Man ate the power pellets, he got the energy to defeat the ghosts, but his power only lasted for a few seconds, then he was back to normal. Every little girl’s first love was one of the members of a group called “Menudo”. Ricky Martin was the 80’s heartthrob that we all were dying to see on Saturday Mornings. We would sing into the TV like we thought that they could see us. My childhood was fun! Hope you can share these memories with me. Sometimes we forget about these precious things that actually helped shape who we are today. We should never forget to remember. . . . . .