Summer 1985. School’s out. Nothing to do but be a kid. Sleeping in was almost a waste of time. I awake with the sound of the air conditioner’s soft rhythmic hum above me. Its cool breeze blows down across my body. Mother’s clanking make-up bottles and hair spray cans as she gets ready for work. I rub my eyes and jump from bed to run down the hall to the living room. I push the on button to the 1977 Zenith television and rotate the dial to channel 13 – dup, dup, dup, dup. The credits to The Flintstones roll:
Someday, maybe Fred will win the fight, And the cat will stay out for the night. Yabba dabba doo time. Dabba doo time. Wiiiilllllllmaaa!
I run to the kitchen and grab the box of Cap’n Crunch with crunch berries and pour a bowl. Milk glugs from the carton down onto the crisp peanut butter crunch bites. White droplets splash down to the counter top. The spoon clanks as it hits the blue and white Corningware bowl. Jumping back to the sofa and placing the bowl of cereal on the coffee table, the commercials end and the announcer booms that the following show starts next. Tranzor Z! My mother gives me a odd stare as I’m the kid up at 7 AM on a summer day. Yet, robot shows totally rule and I don’t dare miss an episode; it’s serialized. Each day the following show continued the story. Tranzor Z was just like Voltron but Tranzor Z could launch its fist to punch through galactic monsters. Not to mention a nice catchy theme song...
