chewbaccadoll
Sr Member
I was reading Larry Young's post about children's tv and it got me thinking about what it was like to grow up in the 70's/ early eighties with Saturday morning tv being what it was.
I've tried to explain it to my 5 year old daughter, but in a world where you can have whatever you want whenever you want, it's no wonder she doesn't understand.
I truly believe that the "Saturday Morning Experience" had a big role in forming and shaping me into what I am today. I'm well aware of the fact that it was mainly a vehicle for marketing (I've read more than one book on the topic, "Saturday Morning Fever" was one), but it doesn't change how I feel.
Getting up at 5:30 - 6ish, getting my cereal and tv dinner tray... house quiet and dark except for a bluish glow casting a small boys shadow on the living room wall... eagerly awaiting the next show.
Later in the morning... toys out and on the floor while watching, stopping dead in mytracks for anything Krofft, watched right up until 11ish and went out to play literally all day with a mind full of adventure and without boundries, going whereever my imagination took me.
I'm trying to recreate at least part of the experience for my kids, though it will never come close. At least the kid in me gets to come out as we watch shows (now on dvd) on the floor rolling around in our pjs.
All of you that were a part of the Saturday Morning Generation... SHARE YOUR MEMORIES! PLEASE! Would love to hear!
-K
I've tried to explain it to my 5 year old daughter, but in a world where you can have whatever you want whenever you want, it's no wonder she doesn't understand.
I truly believe that the "Saturday Morning Experience" had a big role in forming and shaping me into what I am today. I'm well aware of the fact that it was mainly a vehicle for marketing (I've read more than one book on the topic, "Saturday Morning Fever" was one), but it doesn't change how I feel.
Getting up at 5:30 - 6ish, getting my cereal and tv dinner tray... house quiet and dark except for a bluish glow casting a small boys shadow on the living room wall... eagerly awaiting the next show.
Later in the morning... toys out and on the floor while watching, stopping dead in mytracks for anything Krofft, watched right up until 11ish and went out to play literally all day with a mind full of adventure and without boundries, going whereever my imagination took me.
I'm trying to recreate at least part of the experience for my kids, though it will never come close. At least the kid in me gets to come out as we watch shows (now on dvd) on the floor rolling around in our pjs.
All of you that were a part of the Saturday Morning Generation... SHARE YOUR MEMORIES! PLEASE! Would love to hear!

-K