I must have watched too much television as a child. Everything I wanted (to eat, to play with, to watch, to read), I saw during the commercial breaks on Nickelodeon and Disney Channel. I followed my parents around the grocery store asking for Lucky Charms, because “they’re magically delicious,” and begged for a ZooBooks Subscription.
My parents wouldn’t give in to my requests for sugary cereal, but one summer my grandparents decided to foster my artistic career by calling a 1-800 number and having Blo-Pens shipped right to my door. I couldn’t wait to try my new tools and make airbrushed masterpieces.
This is the first time that I remember feeling truly betrayed. My spit-covered “art” was nothing like the commercials. My favorite source of information for grocery requests and letters to Santa, the television, had failed me. I finally realized that things aren’t always like they are on TV.
Watch the commercial that mesmerized me


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