posted on Dec, 12 2012 @ 11:43 PM
As a child I was forced to watch Dr. Who, because my brother would break my fingers if they got too close to the TV dial....(yes, those "knobs"
people used to turn to change channels back before those "fancy" remote controls came along).
Anyways, as a child, I did not get it at all. But I do have a very distinct memory of my brother teaching himself to knit just so he could have a
scarf like the doctors....obsessed doesn't come close....
Flash forward to a few months ago. My 10 year old is watching doctor who on Netflix.....I respond "why on earth are you watching that?!"
Her response "mom this is so cool......there are these angels, but they aren't angels and the doctor.....blah, blah, blah"
I am stunned.
She begged me to watch it. I refused. She kept talking about it. I tried to ignore her. Then my oldest began talking about it.
My irritation grew. This was not going away, eventually I'd be forced to watch this.
After about a month, I gave up. I watched it. It was freakin awesome. After a short period of shame and confusion, I finally had to give in and accept
the fact that I was destined to be a doctor who fan. It got into my psyche at such a young tender age, i can't help but love it.
Okay. I feel better now that I got that off my chest, heff, your rant is my confession