For a brief 3-year period I believed Fred Gwynne was my father and didn’t know, so, the Munsters reruns that played in the 70’s were scripts I learned by heart. By the 80’s I realized he wasn’t my father then the idea of islands surfaced, thanks to Fantasy and Gilligan. Now I revisit this video every few days or so because something about witnessing a child experiencing themselves as a first option warms my heart.

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