Bam-Bozo-ed: Disappointment and Disillusionment At The Bozo Show

I was probably one of the few children on earth that was UPSET after going to the Bozo Show.

Let me explain, I was probably 6 years old at the time, and the BOZO I'm speaking of was the REAL Bozo -- the Bob Bell
Bozo--not that impostor who came along later.

                                The first (but certainly not the only) clown 

                                                                         I loved

Anyway, I was angry because I didn't get turned into a cartoon, because in my 6 year old mind, that would (of course) be the only
reason to make the extra effort to go all the way down to the studio to see the show. 

I mean, I loved Bozo and all (I had a crush on him, he was a very handsome clown) but I could stay at home and watch him on TV. 

Nope, the only reason to go to the studio, was to get turned into a cartoon -- and I REALLY wanted to get turned into a cartoon. Some of my dreams at that time were animated so I felt that it was time to experience the real thing.

When the show started, I was really nonchalant, I was like "hey Bozo, how you doin'?" I completely didn't care that Bozo was there and I didn't pay attention to what was going on because I was there for the good part.

 I kept looking down at my hands and wondering if I was going to be transformed in a twinkling, or a little at a time.

Then, Cartoon Time came and...nothing happened. 

I was getting a little frantic, I kept looking around and asking
my friend's big sister where the cartoon was. Every time I asked her, she would point to a tiny monitor on the floor. And I'd be thinking No NO you Idiot, WHERE'S THE CARTOON?! I asked her this about three times, when she finally figured out that I thought I was supposed to be in the cartoon, she started laughing.
Needless to say I was...disgruntled.

                                       This was me for the rest of the day

I don't remember what happened before the cartoon, I don't remember what happened after the cartoon, I just remember being
thoroughly put out. Like they had wasted my 6 year old time or something, cause I had things to do. 

I could have stayed home, watched Bozo on TV while I ate my lunch, gone outside to play, and then came back in and watched Batman. I didn't appreciate not turning into a cartoon, and I was kind of mad at Bozo for a while, but I got over it.

Actually, I went back to see Bozo a second time, when I was 9. My Mom ordered tickets for the show when my sister was born, and we had to wait 5 years before we got a chance to go. I knew what (not) to expect that time, so I enjoyed the show and I even got picked to play in one of the games. 

On the way out of the studio, Bozo told me not to step on his shoe because he kept his lunch in there...I was in love again.