I Don’t Want to Live On the Moon

When I was a child, life was in absolutes.

1) I was the most cherished child on the planet.
2) Summer evenings were slated for running through the sprinkler, helping Dad in the garden, cookouts, impromptu dance recitals, and catching lightning bugs.
3) Sesame Street came on once in the morning, again in the afternoon, and I never missed an episode. Ever.

I really didn’t watch a ton of TV as a child. My days were spent living in my imagination. Books were read (and written), elaborate alter-egos were created and lived, and my Barbie dolls had lives straight out of All My Children.

But when it came to Sesame Street, I was avid. Mom didn’t have to tell me twice that it was coming on. I was parked in front of our ginormous television, my little girl’s brain at attention and ready to learn. I soaked up the alphabet, counting, sharing, even some Spanish.

I belly-laughed at the Martians:

I shouted for the fishies with Bert and Ernie:

And I danced the boog-a-loo to all the fantastic funk songs from the 70s:

(this would make an AWESOME ring tone!!! Must investigate….)

Sesame Street wasn’t just a television show for me. I had such a vivid imagination as a child, I was totally submerged in every moment. I remember when Mr. Hooper died, and David took over the store. I remember entire songs, every single lyric, that I haven’t heard since I was 5. I remember learning to count to 10 in Spanish with Maria, singing about the people in my neighborhood with Bob, understanding what it’s like to feel green thanks to Kermit.

I even had the albums. Mom and Dad would tuck me in after story time every night, kiss me on the forehead, and turn on my “Daydreamin’ On a Rainy Day” album (David was always my favorite). I would fall asleep listening to him sing about Safaris, and the Circus, and the Rubber Band Band.

There was one Sesame Street song, on one of my many cassette tapes, that always made me (and my Mom) cry. The so-sweet sentiment combined with the simple lyrics created Sesame Street perfection.

I have always said that when I become a mother, Sesame Street will be a must for my kids. I don’t know what’s on TV these days, but I am glad to know that the institution of my favorite childhood show is still in tact….just with a bit of a face lift.

Although, I have to say, I’ll miss the funk songs the most.