So. You want to hear about my first crush? Not to brag, but I had my attention focused on TWO fellas. Yup. You heard me. Back to back, two guys and me in the middle.
Tsk. Silly. In the middle of the room, watching morning cartoons. Right after Romper Room, Captain Kangaroo, and The Friendly Giant – who was a contender, I will admit. He had such a gentle disposition, and what’s not to love about a man with a tin flute? But to be in love with three? C’mon, even I knew that was a stretch. No pun intended.
First there was Mighty Mouse, and then Hercules. Wait, excuse me, The MIGHTY Hercules.
I suppose IF you forced me to choose (please don’t make me! I don’t think I could bear to part with either of these magnificent creatures!) I would go with the most human-like. I identified with Helena. Sweet, inane, Helena.
I’d lose the centaur, though. Newt annoyed me, annoyed me.
When duty called TMH descended from Mt. Olympus, his tunic a-flutter in the breeze, his mighty “iron in his thighs” bracing for impact so that he could hit the road running. What a guy. I was, oh, I’m not sure, maybe 6 or 7? But even then, I was aware of the strategic placement of loin cloths and limbs.
I can credit both mouse and man for imprinting upon my psyche the urge to “save the day.” However, it is the mouse that I channel whenever I hear the call to action. After all, Mighty Mouse had a better theme song.
Here I come, to save the day…!
I’ve never been much of an athlete. Forget running, or pitching, or any other event that involves strength, co-ordination, and capes. Which makes it all the more surreal to recall the time that I saved a little girl’s dolly. I was heading down an escalator in a department store. A mom and her daughter were traveling up. The little girl dangled her doll over the banister and sure enough, lost her grip. The doll was on the stairs just below me, heading to the ground floor and (poetic licence alert) certain annihilation.
Girly is in hysterics, mommy is perturbed, dolly trundles inexorably onward.
I turn behind me to holler, “I’ll save her!” and leap into action. In a flash I am at the bottom of the stairs, and snatch the damsel in the nick of time! I bolt upright, scan the floor above, take aim, and Zeus help me, I threw that doll right into the little girls hands.
No need for applause, your smile is all the thanks I need. Carry on.
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