I literally cry whenever I hear mister roger. I’ve never watched an entire episode. I think he was dead before I was made aware of him. I’m not even joking. Some emotionally repressed, deeply traumatised part of me just fucking breaks whenever my ears are serenaded by the soothing tones of Mister Roger. The smallest clips bring an unshed tear to my eye if I am not consciously trying my hardest not to cry. The intro to Mister Roger’s Neighborhood literally would make me break down if I had not already trained myself into a deep emotional facade.
If you ever become a parent, or are a parent, here’s something from me:
make your children watch mister rogers.
Let them cry, if they’re old enough to feel it.
Let them unleash the built up anguish from the depths of their souls, and help them through it.
Mr Roger is.. I don’t know. An angel? He’s someone you need to expose your children to, certainly. Don’t let him die. Don’t let his show die. It doesn’t matter if it was filmed in mid-low def. The content is just so pure it made me cry.
Please.
