What's Old is New Again

When I got up this morning my son was laying on the couch watching wrestling. As I was cleaning up the kitchen it ocurred to me that wrestling must be one of those things that are just innate in boys. But then I realized my daughter was watching it without complaint as well. Eventually my husband caught a glimpse of what was on and soon he was right there with them explaining what was going on and using terms he seemed so familiar with that I had never heard him speak before.

Finally I asked what exactly they were watching and it was a classic All Star Wrestling match. All at once it was a Sunday morning and I was back on Cathedral Avenue being tossed around like a rag doll as my brothers practiced their wrestling moves on me. If they really wanted to make me scream they'd come at me with "the claw". I cringe at the thought of it.

But then I hear my husband talking to my kids about his memories of All Star Wrestling. How it was always on before the Packers games, about the fighters and their famous moves, about his friends who would accompany him to the arena to watch the fights. Then I realized how even though he and I grew up in different homes, we had yet another common childhood experience. I won't be surprised to find another classic wrestling match on my living room television with my family intently watching and the memories passing from one generation to the next.