Now Presenting: Your Childhood

I watch most of my television via Tivo. Technically, it's via Replay TV, but since no one's ever heard of that, we'll just stick with Tivo. This means that I don't see commercials anymore. That Motrin thing that was flying around recently? I had to go look up the commercial to see what the issue was (and granted, I still don't see what the issue was).

The only commercials I see these days are during football games, which means I see a lot of stuff for E.D., cars, beer, and Fox reality shows.

Yes, Fox has somehow managed to come up with yet more reality shows. They're premiering this January on the fine network. And I'm even more disappointed by humanity. In fact, they're so bad, that I've completely blocked them out from my mind. Ok, except for one. "Smile, You're Under Arrest" is soon coming to your television. Oops, a couple IQ points just leaked out.

I'm thinking that I need to make my own reality show. Starring me, of course. Keep in mind that I don't watch reality shows and so I don't really know how most of them work other than the fact that humiliating people appears to be big. No humiliation on my show. Nope. And I don't say that only because I'm starring in it!

I remember when I was a kid. I had all sorts of hobbies. I did gymnastics, I rode horses, I was a cheerleader (shut up), I played softball, made pottery, and so forth. I look back at those days and think, hey, I could still do that if I really wanted to, couldn't I?

Technically, I know I can still play softball because oh yeah, I do.

The rest of it though. I see kids doing cartwheels and know that in my head I could do that, but I'm too afraid to try it. Horseback riding? Granted, I've done that as an adult, but not since I was pregnant with Little Miss. And definitely not like I used to when I was a kid (umm, yeah that would be stupid me playing tag on horseback -- but oh how fun it was!).

I just need that little push to give me a chance to go back to the times when I was a kid, to try out those activities, to remember the joy the simple things like making a lumpy pot give. To know that you don't have to give it all up, to know that there is still that little imp inside you, to know that I've still got it.

And it wouldn't provide it to just me. The whole world would be able to see that childhood hobbies don't have to be left in childhood. They can, quite simply, be hobbies.

And then? Wouldn't that inspire you to take a soccer ball out this weekend? Maybe dust off that skateboard? Find your cats' cradle string? Do your own cartwheel on the lawn in front of the neighbors?

What hobby do you miss most?