Muffit
October 31st, 2003, 02:24 PM
Halloween. The one day of the year a child can go wild and crazy, and just for asking, be given enough candy to stay sick for a month. Do you remember your first Halloween? I almost do – at least when I was four. The funny thing is, I don’t remember it for candy or costumes or trick-or-treating, but because it was the day of my first carnival, and that was as exciting as my little life could remember.
When we reached the carnival that cold but sunny morning, my mom practically had to hold me down to keep me from running wild before she could explain a few things. She especially explained the big white ticket card she gave me. On it were numbers for each and every booth, and they would be punched out as I visited them. When all the numbers were punched out, I could take it to the prize booth to receive a special prize just for me. That thought stuck out in my mind like a cherry on a sundae.
I went crazy. The booths were all new and exciting to me! I went fishing at the fishing booth and caught a paper fish. I threw baseballs at shiny black LP records and yipped as they shattered. I visited them all! But there was one I put off until the end. That was the haunted house. If only I could skip that one booth!
But at last, only one number remained unpunched, and so visit it I did. Trembling, I got down on my knees and began crawling through the tunnel that worked its way like a maze through the pitch black building. I had only crawled about twenty feet when I came to something that frightened me so much I could go no further. It was wet, and it was cold, and like a spider’s web it nearly smothered my tiny face; and worse, much worse -- suddenly I was stuck! My little heart panicked, and I spun around and crawled back toward the only light, back to the entrance, clambering over bewildered children and shaking all over. I emerged to scornful laughter, and the sad realization that my card would never be punched because that was only done at the exit. The exit I would never reach. Now I would get no prize.
Broken-hearted and shivering, I made my way to the prize booth anyway, expecting they would turn me down. But to my delight and surprise, they accepted my card and gave me a wonderful prize, a bag of tiny horses and Indians. And that Halloween day of 1960 went down into my memory as a day of happiness. The day hope overcame fear.
My analogy today is different. Rather than identify with any one opinion or wish for BSG, please think of it as applying to all. My thought for you today is, this Halloween of 2003, do not be afraid to share with us your feelings about the show, whatever they may be. Whether you like the mini or only like TOS, or simply aren’t sure either way, post the thoughts you are thinking right now. Like me, you may be surprised to receive a prize of your own – a kind word from someone who shares your view, or maybe even someone who doesn’t but can understand why you feel the way you do.
Sometimes the light at the end of the tunnel is finding you’re not alone.
Affectionately,
Muffit
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When we reached the carnival that cold but sunny morning, my mom practically had to hold me down to keep me from running wild before she could explain a few things. She especially explained the big white ticket card she gave me. On it were numbers for each and every booth, and they would be punched out as I visited them. When all the numbers were punched out, I could take it to the prize booth to receive a special prize just for me. That thought stuck out in my mind like a cherry on a sundae.
I went crazy. The booths were all new and exciting to me! I went fishing at the fishing booth and caught a paper fish. I threw baseballs at shiny black LP records and yipped as they shattered. I visited them all! But there was one I put off until the end. That was the haunted house. If only I could skip that one booth!
But at last, only one number remained unpunched, and so visit it I did. Trembling, I got down on my knees and began crawling through the tunnel that worked its way like a maze through the pitch black building. I had only crawled about twenty feet when I came to something that frightened me so much I could go no further. It was wet, and it was cold, and like a spider’s web it nearly smothered my tiny face; and worse, much worse -- suddenly I was stuck! My little heart panicked, and I spun around and crawled back toward the only light, back to the entrance, clambering over bewildered children and shaking all over. I emerged to scornful laughter, and the sad realization that my card would never be punched because that was only done at the exit. The exit I would never reach. Now I would get no prize.
Broken-hearted and shivering, I made my way to the prize booth anyway, expecting they would turn me down. But to my delight and surprise, they accepted my card and gave me a wonderful prize, a bag of tiny horses and Indians. And that Halloween day of 1960 went down into my memory as a day of happiness. The day hope overcame fear.
My analogy today is different. Rather than identify with any one opinion or wish for BSG, please think of it as applying to all. My thought for you today is, this Halloween of 2003, do not be afraid to share with us your feelings about the show, whatever they may be. Whether you like the mini or only like TOS, or simply aren’t sure either way, post the thoughts you are thinking right now. Like me, you may be surprised to receive a prize of your own – a kind word from someone who shares your view, or maybe even someone who doesn’t but can understand why you feel the way you do.
Sometimes the light at the end of the tunnel is finding you’re not alone.
Affectionately,
Muffit
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