![]() Of course, Doc didn't die that day, but I did learn how powerful storytelling could be. Oh! You think waiting a few for a text message reply is excruciating? Try waiting a day - two days if it were a Friday cliffhanger - to see if your TV bestie made it! Now that's excruciating. I unknowingly shared that moment with the masses of fans who all had the same reaction - sadness and horror! Our Marlena couldn't have died, right!? The next episode couldn't come quickly enough to answer that question. I'd enter kindergarten as a man who knew all about loss. That's just how OshKosh B'gosh era me rolled. I would forever wear black, mourning Marlena. I'm sure it felt like an eternity until the next episode for her as she tried to assure young me that it was "just a show." "Everything will be okay." Sorry, lady, but Tiny Tony was not buying it. Looking back, it was more like, "Poor my mom." She put up with a lot that day. The one that had mini me nearly inconsolable. This was my traumatizing television moment. ![]() How!? How could this happen? Our favorite fair-haired psychiatrist in Salem, USA, was seemingly strangled by the town's notorious serial killer! I wept and wept over poor Marlena that day. ![]() And right at the end of the show that day, my teeny, tiny Tony-sized heart was broken. It was the best of times! My little legs dangling off the edge of the orange and brown '80s print sofa. Salem was this magical world, and I was there with my pal, my mom. It was our routine, after all, to watch "the stories" together while we ate lunch.Īs usual, the episode was exciting. Another certainty was that I was watching DAYS with my mom. There's no doubt I was dragging around my beloved madras blanket (and sometimes superhero cape). I was a Tiny Almost Five-Year-Old Tony most likely clad in a Smurfs T-shirt, shorts, and my favorite little cap - which was once shamelessly stolen by the evil Kenny the Kangaroo at an amusement park outside of Pittsburgh, but I digress. Still, none of those cries could compare to the real media moment that broke a bite-sized me. For some reason, the series finale of the sitcom Alice sent me sobbing into a box of stuffed animals. Oh, I broke down with the boohoos over Bambi's mom with the best of them. Everyone seems to have that one childhood memory of their first "ugly cry" over something they saw on the silver screen or television.
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