Life seemed so simple when we were growing up. We didn’t have all this technology and 24-hour television with a 1,000 channels of everything from singing competitions to hillbilly fishing (that show is one of the strangest things I’ve ever seen – did you just catch that fish with your hand?).
The other day my son Jake was watching this show called Johnny Test. I was only half-listening to it while I was making dinner but I clearly heard them say “Lake Mucka-doo-doo.” When I looked for Jake’s response, he was laughing and repeating “mucka-doo-doo” over and over like it was the lyrics to a new song he heard.
I’m a kid of the 70’s and I watched a lot of TV as any kid my age did. I just can’t remember watching cartoons with farting, burping and someone talking about poop. I watched shows like The Brady Bunch and The Partridge Family. Personally, I always related to people like Danny Partridge more then Marcia Brady though. I think my inner weirdness started to come out about that age and watching Danny act the way he did, it gave me the encouragement to be myself.
I remember taping The Muppet Show with my hand-held tape cassette player. I would hold the player up to the TV and tape the audio of the shows. It was like my own version of a DVR so I could play the shows back and hear them again and again. I learned some of their bits and I would put on shows for my parents. I did a stand-up routine, did a few impressions and told a few jokes. I honestly can’t remember if they were laughing AT me or WITH me but my parents still like to remind me that I was a strange child at that age.
When I was the same age as my 8 year-old son, I remember there were only four TV stations (ABC, CBS, NBC and PBS) and you had to get up to change the channel. It was an awesome day when we got a TV with a remote control. You could sit on the couch, make sure you were pointing it directly at the TV and the remote made this clicking noise when you changed the channel.
To this day, Jake still doesn’t know what I’m talking about when I ask him for the clicker. By now he knows I’m talking about the remote but he doesn’t have a clue why I use that word. He just thinks its another one of those weird things his mother does that he’ll never understand.
And to be honest with you, he won’t ever understand. He is a child of the new generation being raised on technology. He will never know of a time where computers didn’t exist and more people had a land line phone in their homes then cell phones. But sometimes, I miss those simple days. Because when there was nothing to watch on the four TV stations, you just shut the thing off and went out to play.