I was intrigued recently by the concentration of a young child of four years old watching a DVD. The intensity of his gaze and the length of time that his attention was held was quite a contrast to the activity and tantrums that preceded the ninety minute DVD. I started to think that his little brain was being etched with these images, as he was staring so intently.
Then I started to think about images that I have retained from my childhood, and the more I thought, the more images came to mind. Not from a DVD mind you, as there was no television for me, but from imagery that was still repetitively etched into my mind.
One of these was Mother Goose. I can remember my nursery rhyme book so vividly and the pictures, all in black, yellow and orange that were my reality of what England was like for a young boy in an Australian country town. Maypoles, fayres and rats. Then there was the Queen. Sitting on her horse, dressed in red with a sword on her hip. And me, standing to attention for the Anthem. We all had to get out of the car to stand though, because this happened every Friday night at the drive-in.
Do I need to mention Noddy, Big Ears, Golliwogs, Dick & Dora and Mickey Mouse?