By Mikal Saint George
Remember Saturday mornings when you were, like, eight years old? For me it meant waking up at my grandparent's home (my parents had split when I was five and this was the neutral territory) at about 6 AM, running down the stairs into the "TV Room" and watching Saturday morning cartoons. This was usually over copious amounts of Lucky Charms, Honeycombs, Count Chocula and occasionally Frankenberry. Hours worth of Scooby Doo, Land of the Lost and Bugs Bunny followed. In those days no one complained of the inherent violence of the Road Runner. Kids were expected to like sugar.
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