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Dec. 8, 1972 (4 years old): Out of nowhere, Mom rocked my world today when she told me she could see colors when she grew up.
“But all the movies and TV shows from back then are in black and white,” I insisted.
“Yes, but we could see color in real life with our eyes, just like you,” she said.
How could TV lie to me like this, when it so accurately reflects the world around me otherwise?
Tom chases Jerry — cats hate mice. Got it.
Ping Pong balls fall on Captain Kangaroo — grownups are dumber than mooses and bunny rabbits. Got it.
Dean Martin makes Johnny Carson laugh — things are a lot funnier with bourbon. Got it.
Why, then, would television dupe me with a duotone Shirley Temple?
History is full of lies. Got it.
“But all the movies and TV shows from back then are in black and white,” I insisted.
“Yes, but we could see color in real life with our eyes, just like you,” she said.
How could TV lie to me like this, when it so accurately reflects the world around me otherwise?
Tom chases Jerry — cats hate mice. Got it.
Ping Pong balls fall on Captain Kangaroo — grownups are dumber than mooses and bunny rabbits. Got it.
Dean Martin makes Johnny Carson laugh — things are a lot funnier with bourbon. Got it.
Why, then, would television dupe me with a duotone Shirley Temple?
History is full of lies. Got it.
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