There’s something magical about the TV shows we grew up with. They weren’t just entertainment—they were family, laughter, lessons, and comfort wrapped into 30-minute episodes. As a kid, my living room was my portal to worlds that made me laugh, think, and dream.
I remember watching What’s Happening!! and feeling like I was part of the crew, laughing at Rerun’s dance moves and Dee’s sharp comebacks. Good Times taught me about resilience and love, even when life was tough. And Sanford and Son? That was pure comedic gold—Fred’s grumpy charm and Lamont’s patience were a dynamic I’ll never forget.
Then there were the classics that shaped my sense of humor: The Three Stooges had me in stitches with their slapstick chaos, while Happy Days made me wish I could hang out at Arnold’s with the Fonz. Bewitched sparked my imagination—who didn’t try to wiggle their nose hoping magic would happen?
Cartoons like The Flintstones and The Jetsons gave me two sides of the same coin—prehistoric fun and futuristic dreams. And The Brady Bunch? That was my crash course in blended family life, sibling drama, and groovy fashion.
These shows weren’t just background noise—they were part of my upbringing. They taught me values, gave me laughs, and created memories that still warm my heart today. I’m grateful for every moment spent in front of that glowing screen, soaking in stories that helped shape who I am.
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Damn, you record the evidence of what shaped me as well. I envy not having the collective facility to curate my prime time experience.
The three stooges were like a spinning top. They spin around in circles like little rascals and when my siblings and I went down south — South Boston Virginia for the summer, Little House on the Prairie struck me with my first southern greenscape NYC experience. And bananaza reminded that the southern little Joe was often the guy my siblings and my self wanted to be.
The shit was unreal but the theatrics we shared growing up under prime time episodes really was indicative to a people with out positive images that we chilin’ could relate to but had to desire to be this white hero image.
In closing, thank you for the reflecting childhood memories growing up in the white dominated American fabricated Images.
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No Thank youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!! I enjoyed reading your message about shows you watched as a kid
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