Memories on the Big Screen

I grew up sitting too close to the screen, bleary eyes trained on the blue light.

While my mother pulled on my hair to twist it into braids, I would try to ignore the pain and turn my attention to Dora the Explorer and Sesame Street on the television in front of me. I often think of this memory on the rare occasion that I fix my own hair, contemplating who I’ve grown to be. It started here, I think, but I never know how these shows shaped me if at all.