Yep, the Lemon Joke Kid rules!
http://www.tvparty.com/lostgig1.html
Mostly alone with my Grandma in those days, learned to cook for her and clean up while watching those shows. In between feeding the chickens and critters and getting them ready to feed us.
They all got over about the right time, when the
others would come home and off to the swamp I went for the night. Then back in the morning to do it all over again.
When the county people came and took her to the sanitarium and the
others moved on, it was lonely for awhile, then I found a house down the road where other people lived and they had a TV also!
I'd watch Speed Racer along with those other shows through their window until they came out and chased me off. (their kids were "clean" and they wanted them to stay that way, though they did leave some clothing and food out for me once in a while)
Ahh the memories. Yep life was good when I was a 30-something feral child.
