When I reflect upon my childhood years, I usually remember the loftier, happier moments. I typically avoid the less attractive ones like the time my inner tube flipped over on a water slide and I was forced to skid the last fifteen yards on my head. However, recently I stumbled upon a treasure trove of yesteryear bliss when my thoughts drifted into the purposely ignored “negative realm” and set up camp alongside the banks of the River Sick Day.
For me, sick days usually fell into one of two camps: “at home” sick days or “at my grandparents” sick days. Each was unique with its own set of strengths and weaknesses, but at the end of the day, the outcome was the same… my ass didn’t have to go to school. And that’s cool when you’re a little kid, because it’s not like you’re really going to fall behind in your studies. Heck, in Kindergarten I remember spending half the day attempting to sculpt a paper mache mask. Need I say more?
In addressing the at home sick day, let me first state that these were usually pretty rough. I may even go as far as to say that I would rather have been at school. Such days always meant I had a very high fever and they were usually accompanied by a visit to the doctor. Aside from the delirious moments spent gadding in and out of consciousness, I was also strictly forbidden from even looking at my Nintendo. It was as if sitting upright and allowing something to take my mind off the misery was the worst thing I could possibly do for myself. Did my mother think I had intentionally licked the toilet at school just so I could stay home and play Super Mario Bros. for eight hours straight? Did she think I was trying to pull a fast one here? She always did seem overly suspicious about my lust for 8-bit gaming while being simultaneously attacked by a viral infection.
But anyway, the bad would have almost outweighed the good here were it not for one thing, Nickelodeon. If I got to stay home I could watch Nickelodeon all day long during what in my opinion was the high point of the network. Quality programming like Pinwheel, Today’s Special, and You Can’t Do That on Television were in store for me if I managed to pull off an at home sick day. And yes, I must admit I imbibed liberally when successful.
Well what about the days when I wasn’t deathly ill yet still deemed unworthy of attending grade school? Ah, that meant a day at my grandparent’s house and the situation could turn out pretty boss if this young fellow planned ahead. You see, the “survival kit” was essential in a successful remote sick day. The kit would contain all the comforts of home that I would need to get through the day. You know, important things like Silverhawk action figures and plastic dinosaurs. And the good news was that I could play with these bad boys like it was my last day on Earth. I could make noise, throw them around, and act the six-year old donkey in a fashion my mother would never have condoned. I can remember getting so excited once that I actually broke a leg off of Quicksilver, the heroic leader of the Silverhawks, as I sent him on an ill-fated flight into a table leg.
Lunch was always better on remote days as well. The bologna sandwiches my grandmother served easily beat the soup and crackers I inevitably had to eat at home. Oh, and it was the good kind of bologna too. The kind with the red ring around the edge. I would like to personally thank my grandmothers at this time for teaching me good bologna from bad. It’s a fabulous lunch meat, and it should always be purchased with the little red ring round the edge. Anything less would be uncivilized.
I know you must be saying to yourself, “Dang, it sounds like a remote sick day was perfection! What could possibly be the downside?” PBS I tell you, PBS. I will admit that PBS has a fond place in my heart now as an adult looking back, but when I was five or six it was often times boring and honestly a little bit terrifying. Look, we all know what I’m talking about. The puppets from The Land of Make Believe could keep a kid awake at night. However, since cable wasn’t an option at grandma’s, the “kid friendly” lineup of PBS became my only viable option. It’s why to this very day I always mentally connect PBS with a day spent at my grandparent’s house on a remote sick day.