Arthur Reed. And I still do. There was once a time when my sister and I would daily watch D.W. verbally push Arthur off his checkered circle thing, his dorky glasses falling of his dotty eyes during that ridiculously catchy theme song. He stuck. Well at least his voice...in my head. During my theatre class, I thought about Mr. Ratburn's puppet plays. Whenever I make paper fortune tellers, I think about the show; Muffy and the other tall girl drove me into a fortune teller obsession for a while. That stuck too.I was 4 when Arthur was first born as an 8-year-old. Man, I envied him. He was so cool. He could swim, ride a bike to his bunny friend's house, do community service by himself, go to parades, and change the world. Don't you think he was pretty independant and responsible for a third grader? (Yes, I know he's a TV show.) But I was always like, "In just FOUR THREE TWO ONE years, I'm going to be EIGHT JUST LIKE ARTHUR!"
Now I'm 16, and Arthur's still 8. Twice his age. SO THERE. Nanananna, you can't catch me!
I still can't believe it though. I'm older than my childhood hero. Isn't it strange how things like this happen? Nevertheless, he's still my hero. Through him and his 1/2 hour shows, I learned what a compassionate, patient, and quirky little kid looks like. One that tolerates his sister, loves his parents and grandparents, has a sense of humor, treasures friendships, and plays piano (maybe that's why I want to learn).
And while I got to surpass him twice in age until I reached 16 and go through a bunch of headachy problems and stresses and AP summer homework, Arthur gets to stay an innocent, not-as-stressed third grader. Goodness, will I ever cease to envy him??
Everyday when you're walking down the street, everybody that you
meet...something something something...and I say HEY! What a wonderful kind of day, where we can learn to walk and play, and get along with each other!
