Growing up was tough; moving countries, making new friends and losing old ones, learning a new language. That was all helped by my love of television. In the words of Bart Simpson “It’s just hard not to listen to TV: it’s spent so much more time raising us than you have.”. (sorry Mam, just a joke!).
TV was everything in my household and I filled my hours watching TMNT, Sabrina the Teenage Witch, Pokemon, and Postman Pat. All these shows built me up for the world. It prepared me for things going wrong, fighting adversity, and, seemingly most important, quicksand. There was nothing I was more nervous of than quicksand. I assumed it was around every corner, waiting to tempt me into its “very sturdy” looking grains of sand before devouring me into its belly. My family wouldn’t know where to look for me, there wouldn’t be a trace of me left. It felt like it was an issue in every show at one point or another. Sabrina was trapped in it while she was trying to pick between Harvey and Josh, pretty sure that Mystery Inc. (Scooby Doo) dealt with it, and I have a vague recollection of a Postman Pat episode…don’t quote me on that.
When did this vital enemy of television disappear and why do I care? I care because it haunted me. Was I ever going to be as lucky as the television I watched to find a way out? Now my problems are, well, more probable (or at least I think so). Quicksand is not such a prominent fear but replaced with equally irrational – planes, being sick, failure. Though I am not sure which I would rather face.
Actually, I do. Anything but quicksand.