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The vision of Tele!

My experiences as a child with TV ranged from The Snorks, Come Outside to the wonderful Horrible Histories. I think I genuinely watched CBBC until I was 16 years old, and I do enjoy it still on the odd occasion for old time's sake.

The TV series I remember watching every week for one series or two was Grange Hill. I adored the depth of the story and characters and following these 'epic' stories. Another childhood show I followed avidly was the TV adaptation of Jacqueline Wilson's Tracy Beaker of which I think I'd seen pretty much every single episode ever.

I have a thing nowadays where if I like a show, I have to watch every episode. Since last summer I have watched every single episode of new Doctor Who, every single episode of Gilmore Girls, every single episode of How I Met Your Mother and every single episode of The Big Bang Theory. I also enjoyed Once Upon a Time, which I need to catch up on. Another favourite is Lost In Austen which I return to frequently (Cowan is the best Darcy, imo.)

I think I tend to take a stance with watching TV as I do with reading - I want the full story. I cannot bear to watch something without knowing what's happened in the past. I crave the full story... I guess that's what happens when you read from a young age: you want to know people, you can't just dip in and dip out. You want the full story; that's why I love getting to know people so much, I love to know their stories, I think it's really important.

I've enjoyed watching all the shows I've mentioned, they've been little life-boats when days haven't been so great and I can't wait to follow them on as they progress.

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  1. Just, this. I agree so much, I love finding out about people and knowing the whole story. (epecially Tracy Beaker, oh the memories)
    And you're probably right, it may have something to do with reading from a young age. :)

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