My parents stayed over last night because they wanted to go up to their house early this morning and get it ready for the first viewing. They left a little after 7 this morning. I couldn't sleep after waking up so I got up and began puttering around the house with most the lights off.
I had this odd sensation, almost like I was flashing back in time. I can remember being 5 years-old and living in a house very similar to this one and creeping around in the dark before the early light of Saturday morning. I would seek out our old boxed TV set...you know the kind that sat deep in it's own cabinet and was supposed to appear like a piece of furniture? This was back in the day before 24 hr programming and I would turn on the set to see only snow across the screen. Concerned, I would slink back to my mom and dad's room and whisper "where are the toons?" I looked forward to Saturday morning cartoons with the joy that only a child understands. Today, as I crept through the quiet, cold house I could almost hear the sounds of early morning cartoons playing softly and throwing pale light across the room. Yeah, I am looking forward to that day...
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