When I was a kid one of my favorite television events was the annual airing of “Wizard of Oz.” This was, of course, back in the day when it was only on once a year. I am not sure why I loved the movie so much. It actually scared the living shit out of me, every single year.

While watching it tonight, I remembered that very real terror I felt when the witch scrawled “Surrender Dorothy” in the sky. The flying monkeys were nothing compared to the inherent evilness of that damn wicked witch.

It’s not the movie’s scariness that makes me question my childhood allegiance, no it was the way I would sob uncontrollably at the end when Dorothy had to leave the Scarecrow. I am pretty sure it was the saddest thing I had ever seen when I was eight.

I vividly remember my mom trying to explain to me how Dorothy wasn’t really leaving the Scarecrow behind because he was actually the same dude from the farm. Of course, because I was much smarter than she was, I didn’t buy it a for a single second. Why? Because the dude from the farm was black and white and the Scarecrow was technicolor. I was pretty sure there was no way they were the same people, and they probably weren’t even related.

P.S. I just noticed that all the times have been wrong on my posts since, well, who knows how long. Which means that this post is from the future.

P.P.S Also, I am going to bed right now. It’s 10:55. I think this is probably the earliest I’ve gone to bed since the first time I ever watched the Wizard of Oz.