I need childhood moments of joy…

I can’t turn on the television without seeing more tragedy in the world.  I can’t listen to the radio without hearing about a senseless murder or a horrifying suicide.

It’s times like this – where I just wish I was six years old and could escape all this misery and pain by watching the simple things in life.

Where I can watch a man who earned his nickname by the kangaroo-sized pockets on his uniform get doused with a collection of ping-pong balls by a moose puppet and a bunny rabbit puppet.

Where I can watch a show that featured minimal spoken words… but captured my imagination with art and puns and a pre-Doctor Who appearance by a future Doctor.

Where I can watch a clown perform tricks and games and show cartoon clips in front of an appreciate audience of youngsters, with nothing more than happiness and entertainment expected and delivered.

Or maybe I could flip over to the public broadcasting channel and get hours of “educational” programming that was, on more than one occasion, quite fun to watch.

These are the moments I need right now. I need these simple moments of happiness, these 30-minute / 15-minute / 7 1/2 minute doses of escape. Those moments where I didn’t mind that a cartoon’s “limited animation” was essentially a person’s mouth superimposed over a cartoon drawing.

And if I wanted some good music, I would find it sung by cartoon characters or costumed psychedelic musicians.

Maybe this is the kind of escape I need right now. And maybe it’s the kind of moments to help when the news lately has been so rough.

The kind where I can imagine what the world should be like. Smiles and wonder and great moments.

I need this now. I hope all of you understand.

And… maybe… you need it too. And that’s okay if you do.