When I was a little kid I got to be on TV. I think the show was called Peggy’s Place or maybe Debbie’s World. I was only five, so I can’t be expected to remember everything, but here is what I do remember: my mom and aunt took me, my little sister and my cousin to the taping. We sat in the bleachers with a bunch of other kids, and were promised a “fabulous prize” if we did what we were told.
As I recall, we were supposed to wave at the camera and cheer whenever a new cartoon was introduced. Then they would break away and, while the cartoon was being shown to kids in the “real” world, those of us in Peggy’s World would play games. We were constantly being assured of a “fabulous prize” if we would just hang in there and behave.
We had to stand in line and wait for our turn to look at the camera and say our name and age. My two-year-old sister refused to cooperate, and I continually had to step out of line, grab her by the arm, and drag her back. I remember looking up into the monitor and seeing myself with one foot firmly planted in line, reaching as far as I could, tugging on my sister. I smiled my prettiest smile at the camera while jerking her arm out of socket.
When we got back to our seats, I tried to explain to her that we were going to get a really cool prize if she would just sit still. I sat as though I were strapped to a spinal board, folding my hands into my lap whenever I wasn’t trying to keep her from jumping off the bleachers. I cheered and waved at the camera, I laughed when Peggy told us jokes, and I made sure my long blonde hair was resting smoothly over one shoulder, just like mom had shown me.