Tuesday, May 18, 2010

I wasn't allowed to watch Power Rangers.

It's bound to happen. Whenever you talk to people your own age, you reminisce about the past. For people my age, that's childhood. Because our childhood happened mostly in the 90's, we talk about Nickelodeon, the generator of all fun. Then of course we talk about the shows that we used to watch as a kid. The problem is, I can never reminisce about the TV shows, because I wasn't allowed to watch them. Just so you understand, here's how a typical conversation would go:

Friend: Do you remember X Men? I used to love that show!
Me: I wasn't allowed to watch X Men. I reenacted the violence one time at a wedding.
Friend: Really? How about Power Rangers?
Me: Nope. The monsters were too scary.
Friend: Garfield?
Me: Too sarcastic.
Friend: Rocco's Modern Life?
Me: Too gross.
Friend: Pokemon?
Me: Too addictive.
Friend: Ren and Stimpy?
Me: Are you kidding?
Friend: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?
Me: Too disrespectful.
Friend: BARNEY?
Me: Dinosaurs died in the flood (I'm just kidding about that one.)

As you can see, my parents barely allowed anything on the TV. Back then, it was annoying. But looking back on it now, I am thankful. Besides the fact that it taught me to not rely on television for all recreation, I learned discernment. I know what kinds of things I want to be running through my brain. So I thank my parents for their strictness. It was a blessing from God.

"Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things." --Paul, to the Philippians.

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