The last time I tried to relive my childhood, I grabbed a bootleg copy of The Banana Splits from the video and raced home to see what it felt like to feel small enough to fit back into my Looney Toons converse again. By the time the thrill of the once-forgotten theme song wore off, I was left with outdated Hannah Barbera cartoons that trailed on forever and left you with a moral that is older than most of our parents. It’s strange, taking a second look at what used to inspire you so much, when the epitome of bourgeois was having more than two video game consoles in your possession. Kids like that must have had exciting Christmases. Here’s to never feeling bad for finishing the last of the Pop-Tarts
