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Flashback to Childhood Heroes

One of the nice thing about kids are the memory tripwires they trigger now and again; some of them painful/bittersweet, some of them warm and tender.  I’ve had a few of those memories bubble up over the last few weeks, one in particular I couldn’t help but talk about today—mostly  because I laughed myself silly remembering just how passionate I’d been on the subject.

The topic?


Like a lot of other folks, we recently got a wave of winter weather which resulted in three consecutive snow days.  Now, with the advent of tablets and You Tube, my kids don’t gravitate to DVDs as much as they used to, but their inability to get out of the house had them stretching their normal boredom boundaries.  It was when my youngest came down with a boxed set I picked up several years ago as an impulse Christmas buy that I was jolted down memory lane.

Wonder WomanYeah, baby.  Wonder Woman – The Complete First Season.  It even includes the pilot episode.  I still remember that first show, the one where Steve Trevor ends up on Paradise Island and the women all compete to see who’ll be the one to take him back.  Something about the big reveal when Linda Carter took off the cheesy wig and her mom learns her kiddo’s about to fly the coup stuck with me for months as a kid.  I wanted to be Wonder Woman.  I even had a scrapbook, dedicated to Paradise Island.  (I know–weird, right?)

That got me thinking about another, far more embarrassing, amount of superhero adoration…albeit on a much different level.

SixMillionDollarManThe Six Million Dollar Man.


Lee Majors was my first love.  I was seven and still pretty untainted by reality.  So much so that, before the show would come on at night, I would literally straighten up the living room so it would be nice and neat in case he saw it through the TV.

Yeah, like I said—far more embarrassing.  But, man, those are good memories.  Sheer, innocent joy.

What about you?  What were your favorite superheroes growing up?  Any fantastical memories you can look back on and still feel that unique tingle of amazement that only comes with the innocence of childhood?

One thing’s for sure.  Me and the little one are gonna be doing some mother/daughter bonding with a certain DVD set this holiday season.  I can’t wait.

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    December 16, 2013 at 2:36 pm

    I loved wonder woman as well. I have specific memory of my older sister teaching me how to do the wonder woman twirl. I also remember being four or five and enjoying a bath when she came in and told me to hurry that the show was on and I was missing paradise island only to be told when I got out that it was April fools!
    Love captain Kirk.

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      December 16, 2013 at 9:07 pm

      Damn. I was mean, wasn’t I?

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    CJ Burright
    December 16, 2013 at 6:41 pm

    No. Way. I had a Six Million Dollar Man lunch pail. I was so proud of that thing! I didn’t have a crush on Steve Austin, but I so wanted bionic powers. I’d get up at 5 a.m. just to watch Superfriends… loved the Wonder Twins. Oh, and The Greatest American Hero rocked.

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      December 16, 2013 at 9:07 pm

      One of the metal ones? Oh, man. Bet you wish you had that now, right? And, YES! I wanted to be the bionic woman SO BAD. Me and Steve would get married and make bionic babies. Oh, wait. I was too young to know about babies. Maybe we just kissed? And I remember the Greatest American Hero too. Remember how popular the song was?

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    December 16, 2013 at 7:24 pm

    Because I’m 357 years old, my heroes were the cowboy type. Not super heroes. (I like Superman, but not a lot.)
    Annie Oakley (from the TV show, not the real one) and Maverick and Wild Bill Hickok and Wyatt Earp. Heroes are rescuers, not rescuees, and since it was a bajillion years ago, most of mine were guys.
    Or maybe I’m just weird. (There’s a news flash.) 🙂

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      December 16, 2013 at 9:06 pm

      You know, I’m weird on westerns. All I can think of with anything cowboy-ish is dustbowl type stuff. Translation: I feel the need to get my swifter. I know, I’m weird. Although, I did have a storyline inspiration for a hot-shot lawyer who’s got a ranch on the side and goes there for quiet time. Hmmm…maybe I should consider “dusting” that one off. LOL

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    Gretchen Wing
    December 16, 2013 at 8:41 pm

    This will really date me: MY crush wasn’t a superhero at all, but an anti-hero: Alan Alda as Hawkeye on M*A*S*H. Standing up against war while wisecracking…and those blue eyes…sigh…

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      December 16, 2013 at 9:04 pm

      Oh, I loved Mash. Granted, maybe not in the first love kind of way, but the wit was fantastic. I watched the re-runs almost every night in college. I’d huddle around my crappy apartment’s wall heater, play solitaire (the real kind, not on a computer), have a cigarette and a coke, and watch M*A*S*H. Awesome days. (And I still miss those cigarettes. When I turn 70 I’m gonna start again. Surely they’ll be safe by then.) LOL

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