Sesame Street was my one big television appearance as a kid.
Being in the show open every day for several years can go to a kid’s head. I’m lucky I didn’t end up like the Diff’rent Strokes kids, bless.
Other kids around the neighborhood were regulars on the show. I was jealous of those kids. They got out of school early to go do the show. They knew Gordon and Maria, Big Bird, Mr Hooper, Oscar, Kermit, all of ’em. They partied with Grover. Ernie and Bert had them out to the Hamptons.
Back then, Sesame Street was filmed on 81st Street and Broadway, in a building that now houses a Starbucks and a Staples. But they did their show opens outside, around the neighborhood. They spotted me in Riverside Park and offered my mother a million dollars to let them put me on camera.
Actually, they just had her sign a waiver. I don’t think there was even a Craft Services snack table.
I’m the very serious 2-year-old on the swing a few seconds in.
OMG! That’s you? Of course, I remember that Sesame Street intro. Can’t have been that long ago. I was able to watch it in glorious technicolor on our colour TV.
You were so cute. You’ve barely aged a day.
Brought to you by the letter “C”. And the numbers 2 and 7.
As a viewer from day one, I remember that opening very well! Even then I wondered, WTF was a horse and wagon doing on or going to Sesame Street? Made no sense.
I definitely remember the clip! I’m sure you were my favorite character, besides Susan. (I had Susan sings Sesame Street album) aaaahhh…such easier times.
If I was your favorite character, you must’ve been allowed to watch only the open. Not Cookie Monster?
Wow, I remember that clip…vividly! I had the same jacket with white triim on the hood so it stood out when I was a kid.
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Oh, that’s awesome. A person not related to me who remembers it!
“Once a star. always a star,” I always say. And congrats for side-stepping the roulette of teenage drug abuse and incest that marked many child stars of your generation.
Thank you, Mark!
You can thank Sesame Street, for teaching me that C is for cookie – not crack.