eleanor vanilla

redeeming my childhood

I did not grow up on cartoons like many children in my generation. My Saturday mornings were filled with my own imaginative past-times; creating worlds for my Playmobil figures to live in, planning circuses, plays, and game shows for my siblings and I to put on for our parents, and writing my pointless little stories in which my characters ran away from home and lived outlandish and extravagant lives. The only screen time I was allowed to partake in consisted of watching e-card messages on Dayspring, watching our old home movies, and maybe, if I was lucky, 20 stolen minutes of caring for my Webkinz animals while my momma-dearest was upstairs.