the wonder years

i downloaded the first season. this show is my childhood. as i watch it i do not see kevin arnold but rather myself. it helps that i looked just like him when i was his age and watching the tv screen is like looking at myself, in the sixties, but nonetheless, i relate.

so i watched the first episode and remembered how great that show really was. there are times you watch something from your childhood, smurfs, for example, and even though youll still love it, you realize that it was terrible. not so with the wonder years.

so i leave you with a thought from the final scene of the pilot episode. straight from january 31, 1988:
"it was the first kiss for both of us. we never really talked about it afterward. but i think about the events of that day again and again and somehow i know that winnie does too. and then theres some blowhard starts talking about the anonymity of the suburbs or the mindlessness of the tv generation, because we know that inside each one of those identical boxes with its dodge parked out front and its white bread on the table and its tv set glowing blue with the falling dusk there were people with stories. there were families bound together in pain and struggle and love. there were moments that made us cry with laughter. and there were moments, like that one, of sorrow and wonder."