Growing up with Garbage, and Art

I am just realizing after this class that almost all the stories, cartoons, and video games I saw as a child were garbage. Nearly everything I saw was either so crammed full of morals that it suffocated any good story telling, or it pandered so helplessly to me that I didn’t get anything new from it. What did Invader Zim, Sponge Bob, futurama or anything like that ever contribute to my person aside from satire, a quick laugh, and sarcasm? I really can’t think of anything else they have given me. The Marx brothers at least gave me a love for acting, music, and theater. I realize now why I watch specific cartoons, and only play certain games, it’s just not worth it if all I am doing is witnessing a sorry grab at my wallet (Call of Duty).

Perhaps one of the only really good portrayals of art I saw as a child were paintings, sketches, and beautiful music. Though my parents didn’t bother with making sure I didn’t watch Sponge Bob, while playing Call of Halo Modern Derpfare 18 my mother was gave me an appreciative love for her 2 artistic crafts painting, and piano. She hung her paintings (always realism) on the walls of the house, and played gorgeous pieces by various classical artists on her piano. I think my favorite piece of music has to be Tristesse by Chopin.