I was so excited when we finally got cable. I had begged and
begged my mother to get cable because, as a child of the 80s, cable signified something special. Your house was suddenly the house other kids wanted to hang out at after school because you had channels they only
dreamed of. I really wanted Nickelodeon and Disney Channel (née
The Disney Channel... before they dropped the "the"). Those channels enticed me more than MTV because they had things I could envision myself doing, be that
Double Dare or
The Mickey Mouse Club, whereas MTV was all about big hair, acid washed denim and loud music... none of which I was into... ok, maybe the acid washed denim.
But even after all my persistent pestering my mother still refused, "We don't need cable."
But Mom!!!!!!
That is until one day when I came home from school and she was on the phone, "Yes, no, tomorrow is fine. Thank you."
Click.
"Who was that?" I asked... nosy.
"Did you know," she started, and then choked up a little. She was suddenly very excited. "Did you know that
The Monkees are on cable?"
