Eugene is telling this as a bedtime story to their kids.
Like, all I could imagine is this adorable little brown haired kid with green eyes sitting in bed watching as he makes this really dramatic face, and begins
“This is the story of how I died!”
and they look a little scared, so he quickly goes
“Don’t worry, this is actually a very fun story and the truth is, it isn’t even mine. This is the story of a girl named Rapunzel and it starts with the sun.”
And they both look at Rapunzel real quick because, hey, Mom’s in the story, great!
And by the end they’re both teasing each other and making sappy faces and the kid’s giggling and half asleep and
“There you go, kiddo. That’s the story of how we met. Sweet dreams, sunshine. Tomorrow night we’re gonna tell you the story of how your Aunt Elsa froze her entire fucking country because of her emotional issues.”
That we were the generation that was fortunate enough to grow up with AMAZING shows with AMAZING characters that we could look up to.
These characters weren’t grown ups.
There was no corny humor.
Okay, a tiny bit.
But we were provided with well thought-out scripts, with excellent stories that had great casting from kids that loved to act and were passionate about what they did.
Also, they didn’t just play their part, they became that character that still lives on in our hearts to this day from our childhood, and I’m thankful for that.
I want kids to grow up with shows and movies that can inspire them to create-to want to become those characters when they’re outside playing with their friends or writing a story that can come from that world.
For the kids to inspired and to be grateful for the hard work those people did to create a show that helped them get through school, or a hard time in their life.
Because maybe one day, one of those kids will make a story, and it will be because of those characters that they grew up with, that contributed to creating a new story to tell to a new generation of kids, yearning to hear, look and listen to what the world has to provide to them.
On this day July 21st, 1899 a band of New York newsboys refused to buy the newspapers of Joseph Pulitzer, The World and William Randolph Hearst, The Journal sparking a childhood labor movement that would inspire many more for decades to come.
here’s the story:
In 1898 the price of the paper was raised from 65¢ per hundred to 85¢ per hundred, at the newsies expense, due to the influx of people papers purchased during the Spanish-American War. However after the war ended, the publishing giants Pulitzer and Hearst refused to put the price back to what it had been before the war. At this high rate the newsies could no longer make enough money to pay for their own lodging and food.
So a young Brooklyner, Louis Ballatt “Kid Blink” got together with a group of fellow newsies and they decided to boycott the publishers. The kids refused by to buy and sell their papers. Then after several rallies of nearly 5,000 newsies, many of which were broken up by men hired by Pulitzer and Hearst, the young group of New York boys and girls decided that they would march across the road of the Brooklyn bridge, bringing both the traffic and the entire city to a standstill.
With this movement, papers could no longer be distributed across New England, lowering Pulitzer and Hearst’s circulation by nearly 70%. After several days of barricading the Brooklyn bridge, the newspaper giants agreed to speak with Kid Blink and his army of newsies. They came the the agreement that the newspapers would remain at the cost of 85¢ per hundred, but that the publishers would buy back the newsies unsold papers. And on August 2nd, 1899 the union was disbanded.