The Good Old Days

A couple weeks ago, I found my 1st grade journal at my moms house. While flipping through the hilarity, I realized a few things:
1. I must of had a really good teacher because my writing improved dramatically as the year progressed. It's amazing how much a child learns.
2. I was as hilarious at age 6 as I am now. It's just something you're born with.
3. I love writing things down so that you can remember what happened CORRECTLY in the future. Time has a way of altering memeories.
4. Written memories can be used against the listed party at a furture time such as....

I was appauled at the tv my mother let me watch. From what I gathered from my greatly mispelled pages, from age 6-7 I viewed the following:
1. 90210- really mom? Really? You don't think I knew what kind of shenanigans were taking place?!
2. Swamp Thing- I believe the entry after this viewing spoke of a nightmare I had. Coincidence? I think not.
3. My Cousin Vinny- in this entry I wrote that it had lots of bad words. What was happening in the Alexandris household in 1991??
4. The Simpsons- yes, it was a cartoon, but really?
5. Blossom- promoting bad hair, bad fashion, and Joeys unintelligence. Whoa!
6. Kindergarten Cop- yes, it was about Kindergarten and I was in 1st grade but, was there really nothing else on??
7.Ghostbusters- promoting yet another nightmare.

Aside from my bizarre tv viewing, I miss how carefree and innocent my days used to be. The hardest thing I had to face was that it was too hot or too cold outside for me, if my sister punched me, or if I was sick and couldn't go to school.

If only I had a time machine....