I loved Mr. Rogers. Still do.
I grew up in a..chaotic…environment. Mr. Rogers was like ballet class–there was a pattern, and it was predictable. He always was calm and soft, he never yelled, and the ritual of him putting on his jumper and trainers was so comforting, I cannot even express how much. There is a point for some kids where any predictability is cause for rejoicing.
Which explains why I cried with joy at this bit of autotuning:
You have a garden inside you.
Today I think I’ll do a little weeding. How about you?