Not since Garth Brooks had I felt a
connection so true, so amazing. Never had I ever felt that kind of
presence, love, and warmth until I discovered the show Full House.
Full House, for me, was like one of
those people you don't fully “get” the first time you meet them,
and then, fate strikes and you meet them again only to fall in love
and live happily ever after.
I fondly recall watching Full House
every week with my brother while my dad chose to leave the room,
misunderstanding our love of the show.
As I grew up, the show and I grew
apart. I discovered shows here and there such as Sabrina, the Teenage
Witch ( I always was a sucker for that damn talking cat) or reliving
the days of Boy Meets World, until a couple years ago when the
Tanner family walked into my life.
It started casually- “oh hey, look
what's on!” I would sit and watch it to kill a bit of time. It soon
turned into obsession, where it has stayed. It was on every morning
at 9am as I got ready for school. I would get up early and made sure
to finish my routine so I could tune in and check in on the Tanner
family. I would sit and watch a full hour of the show before I made
myself go to school. Besides, the 700 club was on after that.
When I couldn't watch the show, I
taped it, and would watch it as soon as I could. Sometimes, my dad
would try to kick me out of the living room so he could watch
baseball. He just didn't
understand. While he was watching sports I would be in my room
wondering “Did Uncle Jessie finally figure out which twin was
which?” “Did Danny finally pop the question to Vickie?” and of
course “what trouble will Michelle get herself into next? Will she
ever learn!?” Except I already knew. I had seen every single
episode. That is a fact that my friends and family insist on, but I
deny. Somewhere, there is still a bit of Full House gold that I have
yet to discover. This doesn't, however, take away from my super-fan
knowledge of the show.
First of all, I
would like to talk about a few inconsistencies. In the beginning of
the show, Danny had his mother come in to help take care of him and
the girls. His mother returned a few seasons later- AS A WHOLE
DIFFERENT ACTRESS!!!! What the hell!? As if we aren't supposed to
notice? She just shrunk like 6inches and has an entirely different
body structure now and has a new face. I'm not stupid Jeff Franklin!
Uncle Jessie's
last name in the first season was Cochran. After that, John Stamos
aka “Mr. Diva” wanted the name changed to Katsopolis because he
felt his character should be more “Greek.” You can't just change
names in the middle of a show because you “feel like it.” That's
not how life works buddy.
And what about the
stair cases? On the bottom floor there are two stair cases leading up
to the second floor- one in the living room and one to the kitchen,
yet scenes on the top floor only show one stair case. No matter what
stair case they use, they always end up walking up the same stair
case when they pan to the top floor. Explain that!
Everyone has their
faults, and these faults only make me love it more,
To call me a fan
would do a great disservice to my level of dedication to the show. I
wasn't just a bystander, mindlessly taking in and admiring the show.
I LIVED with that show. It was an EXPERIENCE. When they laughed, I
laughed. Forget the laugh track, I didn't need one to tell me when to
laugh. I just got it. When they cried, I CRIED.
When Uncle Jessie
and Aunt Rebecca came home with Nicky and Alex, I felt like they were
MY cousins.
When that boy
stood Stephanie up, I was pissed. I felt like I had just been stood
up. And might I say how proud I am of Stephanie for not smoking even
though she KNEW it would mean not looking cool?
I commend DJ for
her strong, courageous 1 episode battle with Anorexia. And when her
and Steve broke up? Forget about it! SOB. FEST.
I cheered Joey on
when he performed on Star Search and was right there by his side when
he lost.
And
where would the show be.....where would I
be without Danny Tanner. His tough love taught me, Stephanie, DJ, and
Michelle a lot of lessons about life...and ourselves. His family may
have seen him as a “psycho with a dust mop” at times but he was
usually always right. His punishments always seemed unfair, but they
made you think.
In
closing, I would like to leave you with the truest words ever
written.
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