Nothing is forgotten. Nothing is ever forgotten.
There are some experiences I can pinpoint exactly the first time they happened. Some things that made such an impact that I can point to a before and after, and one of those landmarks is the 1980’s series Robin of Sherwood
I was eleven, I had the chicken pox and my very beloved grandmother, knowing I loved all things mythical and medieval, pointed out to me that they were showing a Robin Hood series on tv. Since I wasn’t going to school the next day at any rate, I could stay up and watch it. To say I loved the series would be an understatement. In my experience 11-year olds don’t just love a series, they become obsessed. So that chicken pox night started a life long love affair with Robin of Sherwood
. Robin of Sherwood
is perhaps not the greatest show ever, but at times it was pretty good - and oh how I love it. How I still love it. This then is a post all about this love. ( this way to quite a lot of pictures and one song. Also some none sense text )