Hi everyone at Kindertrauma, Psychonator here,
I’ve followed this blog for years and have contributed to solving a few Name That Traumas. I thought I’d share a kindertrauma of my own. I was a sickly kid and would contract the flu at least three times during the long Michigan winters. I also had (have) a very vivid imagination (my brother called me “impressionable,” a term he got off of the back of the “Disney’s Sounds of the Haunted House” which creeped the bejesus out of me.) But I digress.
Being home-bound, a latch key kid, I’d entertain myself between bouts of vomitting by watching day time TV. There was one particular cartoon (this would’ve been mid to late sixties) that set with me wrong. It was “Tales of the Wizard of OZ.” Totally creepy. Every episode was frought with downbeat drama. All the characters were drawn in a surreal, unnatural way, especially for this time period. The “Munchkins,” if I recall correctly, looked like fat rain drops with arms and legs. For some reason, I always watched this when I was sick; so, sort of like only ever having drank Seven Up when I was sick, this cartoon (and the taste of Seven Up) cannot be seperated from the light headed feeling of a high fever and the seasick feeling of a sour stomach!
The theme song is uber creepy to me to this day. The background music harkins back to the appearance of the wicked witch from the classic movie (not such a good choice, IMHO). The first scene shows the Tin Man pulling a prank on the Cowardly Lion, punching him in the kisser and making him cry. I think I need a Zoloft.