Flashback, circa 1995.
I'm a prepubescent bookworm with a miniscule group of friends. I watch cartoons every morning before school with my sister, who is in kindergarten. We're dorks, and we watch all the good stuff -- Duck Tales, Darkwing Duck, Gargoyles, etc. One morning, there's something different on after Gargoyles.
This new cartoon is something we've never seen before. The cartoon is about a human girl. She has huge eyes, brightly coloured hair, and loooooong legs. There's a talking cat. An evil queen and an army of generals named after precious gemstones. And, for some reason, the story is set in Japan and everyone has a Canadian accent.
Of course, by now you must know that I'm talking about Bishoujo Senshi Sailormoon. The fad infected the US when I was in middle school and actually managed to keep its hold well into my high school years. I was the first person I knew to start watching the show, and I introduced all of my friends to it as well. Soon we had designated ourselves as characters and were drawing and card-collecting frantically. It was a lot like the Pokemon craze that just ended here. I had already been interested in Japanese culture for some time, and this only fueled that interest.
Somewhere in my seventh grade year, I realized that there was more out there like Sailormoon. It was part of this whole genre called anime and there was tons more where that came from. I dug up everything I could get my hands on: Akira, Ghost in the Shell, Fatal Fury, etc. The staples of the genre. From then on, I was on the path to glory.
Nowadays, years and years later, I'm much pickier about my anime. I can't stand to watch anything dubbed (unless it's absolute top-quality), and I don't concern myself with the frivoloties of passing fads. I do, however, still own all 200 episodes of the original Sailormoon cartoon in Japanese with English subtitles. I guess some things will never change.
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