Childhood TVShow

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     Today I will write about a television show that I enjoyed a lot during my childhood.

    "Courage the Cowardly Dog" was definitely one of the animations that I really liked and still hold as one of my favorites to this day. It’s worth mentioning that I’ve a great fondness for animations, even "children's" ones, but today I will elaborate on this particular animation.

    Courage, the protagonist of the series, is a pink dog who was abandoned in his infancy. He’s timid and very, very fearful. He has a strong bond with his caretaker Muriel and a somewhat tumultuous relationship with her husband, Justo. Thus, he lives with this dysfunctional elderly couple in the middle of "nowhere" and dedicates himself to protecting them from paranormal and even alien situations they encounter.

    I loved this series so much, both for its dark aesthetic in the design of its characters and the situations they had to face. I feel that it somehow absorbed me, and I really enjoyed that feeling of discomfort, fear, and suspense.

    At this moment, I’ve resumed watching the series in order, and upon revisiting it, I have realized that I am a fan of the character Courage. Often, I feel a reflection of myself or even valuable lessons, so to speak, because this kind-hearted little dog, despite his nervousness and the fear that overwhelms him, manages to confront experiences and care for those he considers family, and often even characters who initially frightened him. I loved those twists in his stories. What is truly bad? Is what scares us really evil? These are questions that come to mind when remembering his episodes and adventures. I genuinely feel that Courage, "the Cowardly Dog," is truly a very brave dog with a beautiful heart.

Have you ever watched the series? Did you like it or find it disturbing?

Familymeal remember

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Today I'd you to writte about a family meal remember. The family meal remember. The family meal I remember was in about December 2020, in a celebrating last chrismas whit my grandparents, at their house in Linares.

I remember that dinner with great tenderness. One of my uncles couldn't attend, but still, my parents, my Aunt Gaby, my Uncle Ricardo, and my cousin Matías enjoyed it a lot. The dinner was different, I don't even remember what I ate, but as usual, my grandmother was eager to open the presents before 11 o'clock. My grandfather, who lived his last years with advanced Alzheimer's, played along like a child.

It makes me nostalgic to remember my grandfather, whom I saw in his childlike form during his last years. He no longer recited poems or scolded me for not wearing shoes. We abruptly switched roles, and I remember that Christmas with love. I recall that there were "several" gifts, literally all of them addressed to them. I will never forget the expressions on his face as he received each gift, with his big and expressive eyes, and his thin and amazed face.

And well, my grandmother, so cheerful and lively, always so energetic and bossy, who amazed us being older than my grandfather. She also enjoyed each of her gifts, often more as a performance than a genuine surprise because somehow she always knew what she would be given. She had a gift, indeed, and the strangest and most elusive dreams too, hahaha.

From that dinner, what stands out the most is the last moment I shared with them in such a familiar setting. I loved seeing them so happy, pampered, and content. Beyond the material aspect of the occasion, I felt that this celebration was solely focused on them, on enjoying their company and distracting them from the depression of being elderly, dependent, and isolated due to the pandemic. Although I will always be grateful that, thanks to the lockdown, I was able to spend much more time with them and enjoy their presentation.