I used to get up way before my mom on Saturday mornings and go turn on our tiny black and white tv. I would sit or lie on the floor as close as I could so I could reach the knobs of the tv. I watched He-man, the littles, smurfs, scooby doo, kids incorporated, and I'm not sure about the others. I remember not wanting to watch the gi Joe cartoon or inspector gadget - those two annoyed me for some reason. Mom would get up when she felt like it. For a while she had an admirer, Jose, who came to call every Saturday morning with a box of donuts, and I would eat donuts and watch tv while they talked. The donuts and Jose are happy memories, but one morning Jose came over, and my mom said she had seen his wedding announcement in the paper and congratulated him. After that, he stopped coming over and I had no more Saturday morning donuts. Then when I turned 7, I ended up going to string project on Saturday mornings, which was a free orchestra program for kids. I played the cello there and it was alright. Mom would pack a picnic lunch, and after string project, we would find a nice place to sit out under the trees and enjoy our lunch.