When I was really little, there was nothing better than being hyped up on Franken Berry and watching the Banana Splits. It was way too easy to get caught up in all the “tralalaness.”
Last week, I was flipping around the channels and found bliss:
If you’re around my age, you know what I’m talking about.
Posted in culture, nostalgia
Tagged 1970s, Banana Splits, Franken Berry, TV