A Childhood Memory
by Paul M. Lacayo
Isn't it funny how the mind works?
Recently on the phone with a friend of mine from Junior High, circa 1976-1978, we were both reminiscing about yesteryear while listening to old songs.
As we traded memories by looking up these long ago events, my friend said to me:
"Hey, go to youtube.com and type in 'Marlo and the Magic Movie Machine' ".
Responding quickly, I typed in the appropriate letters and hit enter on the keyboard.
With the page opening up it listed the different postings of this show.
Once I clicked and started watching the intro to the show, my friend kept saying: "I used to get up early on a Sunday and watch this show! Do you remember this show?" he asked very enthusiastically.
"Hold on." I replied, as I watched the images appearing in front of me it was like a key to an unopened box of memories not tapped into in over three decades.
Like striking a nascent water well, first a trickle and then a torrent, it was unbelievable!
The host, the show's theme song, the cooky talking computer with a wavy line dancing away with every word spoken and last but not least the graphics and segment just hit me like a sledge hammer!
I did not remember the show until...
I watched it again!
"Oh, my God man!" I replied, "I remember this show! I cannot believe how I forgot about it!"
We both basked in the sunlight of the common experience of a childhood memory.
Have you had an experience where you had forgotten something so completely that it never existed? As though, you had never seen, heard or tasted it.
Then, all it takes is a small prick to the finger and out comes the blood. My God!
You're a little kid again sitting in the living room in your pj's, staring at a screen framed by an ancient pseudo wood box - known as a TV back then. Making sure the tube isn't too loud so as not to wake up your parents.
No remote control. Just a circular dial that you turned to catch the few channels available back then and always doing so at a speed so fast that it caused your parents to yell:
"Stop changing the channels so fast, you're going to ruin the TV!"
"We're not buying a new one!"
Funny how channel surfing has changed, although parental directions just get handed down from one generation to the next.
Thanks, my friend for helping me revisit a moment in time with out the use of the DeLorean.
Recently on the phone with a friend of mine from Junior High, circa 1976-1978, we were both reminiscing about yesteryear while listening to old songs.
As we traded memories by looking up these long ago events, my friend said to me:
"Hey, go to youtube.com and type in 'Marlo and the Magic Movie Machine' ".
Responding quickly, I typed in the appropriate letters and hit enter on the keyboard.
With the page opening up it listed the different postings of this show.
Once I clicked and started watching the intro to the show, my friend kept saying: "I used to get up early on a Sunday and watch this show! Do you remember this show?" he asked very enthusiastically.
"Hold on." I replied, as I watched the images appearing in front of me it was like a key to an unopened box of memories not tapped into in over three decades.
Like striking a nascent water well, first a trickle and then a torrent, it was unbelievable!
The host, the show's theme song, the cooky talking computer with a wavy line dancing away with every word spoken and last but not least the graphics and segment just hit me like a sledge hammer!
I did not remember the show until...
I watched it again!
"Oh, my God man!" I replied, "I remember this show! I cannot believe how I forgot about it!"
We both basked in the sunlight of the common experience of a childhood memory.
Have you had an experience where you had forgotten something so completely that it never existed? As though, you had never seen, heard or tasted it.
Then, all it takes is a small prick to the finger and out comes the blood. My God!
You're a little kid again sitting in the living room in your pj's, staring at a screen framed by an ancient pseudo wood box - known as a TV back then. Making sure the tube isn't too loud so as not to wake up your parents.
No remote control. Just a circular dial that you turned to catch the few channels available back then and always doing so at a speed so fast that it caused your parents to yell:
"Stop changing the channels so fast, you're going to ruin the TV!"
"We're not buying a new one!"
Funny how channel surfing has changed, although parental directions just get handed down from one generation to the next.
Thanks, my friend for helping me revisit a moment in time with out the use of the DeLorean.
"Marty!"
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