My first reaction: "Ohhhh."
Children have an infinite capacity for love, given in perfect and total trust, if their immediate environment doesn't crush it out of them.
To a poor 6 year old kid living in a Brooklyn tenement, he was pretty much the relative living behind the magic screen. He was wise, soft-spoken, imaginative, fun, and patient.
Every time a figure out of my childhood dies, I feel like the inner child in me dies a little too.
He opened my mind when it could have been filled with garbage that TV dumps on our kids nowadays. His show was a window into a reality that allowed me to believe in magic and hope and dreams, and that the world was not all pain and hunger and cold.
I haven't cried for many people I haven't met. Today, I and that little boy from so long ago are weeping from the loss, but will remember him in joy.
If it wasn't for him, I might have lost my faith in the wondrous.
RIP Mr. Rogers...
Children have an infinite capacity for love, given in perfect and total trust, if their immediate environment doesn't crush it out of them.
To a poor 6 year old kid living in a Brooklyn tenement, he was pretty much the relative living behind the magic screen. He was wise, soft-spoken, imaginative, fun, and patient.
Every time a figure out of my childhood dies, I feel like the inner child in me dies a little too.
He opened my mind when it could have been filled with garbage that TV dumps on our kids nowadays. His show was a window into a reality that allowed me to believe in magic and hope and dreams, and that the world was not all pain and hunger and cold.
I haven't cried for many people I haven't met. Today, I and that little boy from so long ago are weeping from the loss, but will remember him in joy.
If it wasn't for him, I might have lost my faith in the wondrous.
RIP Mr. Rogers...