Beau June 4th, 2009
Look! It’s a plane! It’s a bird! It’s a…. a…. superfast 8-year old cyclist boy hero racing by at inhuman speeds to save the day! (Okay, it’s really a blurry picture taken by a Dad who just mashed his camera buttons as his son rode by). But could it be something else?
There’s no need to fear, Superboy is here!
Speed of lightning, Roar of thunder!
Fighting all who rob or plunder!
Memories of growing up, and I loved that cartoon. With the nation’s older demographics, lots of stores today are marketing copies of cartoons and tv shows from 30-40 years ago to folks who walk by (like me) with memories flooding back in seconds, and wallets coming out to relive youthful adventures. Not a bad idea… and it’s fun to share them with kids today. Last year our son enjoyed watching Underdog from the ’60’s, while I marveled at how corny it was.
We don’t watch a lot of tv or cartoons, but there are a few cute shows on PBS that the boy enjoys such as Cyberchase and Arthur. Since we don’t have cable, it’s either PBS or videos (or more often doing real things outside!). But he loves cartoons, and I can’t blame him- growing up I loved to watch cartoons too. The saturday morning cartoons are still here too, but they don’t seem quite the same. That probably just means I’m getting older.
This year I had to share Mr. Peabody and Sherman with him- a cute show with a wacky historical theme from the ’60’s also. Simpler cartoons, simpler times. It’s fun sharing nostalgia from the past, like old computer games too from the 1980’s. Sheesh… the ’80’s seem like yesterday!
Now has anyone seen the one about the turtle and Mr. Wizard?! I don’t remember what it was called but when I was little that was one of my favorites. This young, curious turtle just had to go on many adventures, always seeming to get himself into a pickle and needing rescued. I loved the part when the turtle would get in trouble, yelling for help from Mr. Wizard, who would work his magic saying something like, “Trizzle, trazzle, treezle, trome.. time for this one to come home!” And the turtle would go spinning back in time in a kalaidoscope of color, saved once again by his benevolent magician.
I said Mr. Wizard’s words to the boy the other day, telling him it was time to come in… he looked at me like I was goofy. A small privilege of parenthood… you get to act goofy around your kids and relive the times when you were young too. And we end up having fun and being goofy together. But he’s getting old enough now that sometimes he looks at me with penetrating eyes and just shakes his head. We’re still in the cartoon days, but he’s growing up so fast.