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It seems like every time I turn around, my son is consuming something that I enjoyed (or mocked) in my own childhood. From Ninja Turtles to Home Alone to Mr. Peabody, I feel like I’m reliving my past every time I sit down to watch something with my kids. (I’m also reliving him showing disgust over foods he had until recently enjoyed, but that’s an entirely different post…)
Folks my age, who grew up in the glory days of Nickleodeon, are both eager to recapture some of that time period and are also some of the people who get to make those programming decisions, so it’s no wonder shows like Danger Mouse are popping up again and Netflix is launching a reboot of Inspector Gadget. My son, bless him, as even taken to watching the Super Mario Bros. Super Show, in all its completely awful, campy glory.
Watching him watch these shows, embrace movies that are 20+ years old, and overall navigate the world of trends is a bit of a humbling lesson for a parent, especially one like me who doesn’t really feel like a parent. Yet there it is: I have two kids, and they love the things I grew up with. The more things change, the more they stay the same, right?
Our external world is smaller, making our internal world larger, with possibilities literally showing up around every real and virtual corner. Maybe that’s partly why we keep going back to these old-school favorites; to help us linger a bit in the time before we knew things and recapture the time when all we needed was a bowl of cereal and some silliness on Saturday morning.
Now, if Netflix would just add The Legend of Zelda so I don’t have to keep explaining to my son why “Excuse me, Princess” is a catchphrase…
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