Sep
10
2008
Seriously, turn off the friggin’ TV
First a bit about me.
Both of my parents worked when I was a kid. I mean they worked like dogs. Dad was the business manager at the local hospital and mom did a variety of things — from department store clerk and secretary to dental hygenest. We lived in a small apartment owned by my aunt and uncle, who lived next door. My parents busted their asses like slaves so that my sisters and I could have clothes, food and (occasionally), toys. As a child I loved them; as a parent I admire them.
When I got home from school, the house was empty. I’d let myself in, make a snack and … you guessed it … turn on the TV. It was my companion for many years.