I never got to order those cool X-Ray Specs so I could casually spy unsuspecting females' underwear or (gasp!) maybe even their skin?. Nor did I get a chance to find out if the mighty and legendary Charles Atlas and his home bodybuilding course could really turn me from a 98-pound weakling into a real-life He-Man. But I did do the Sea Monkey gig and finally got to experience the thrill of raising alien babies right in comfort of my bedroom. You remember... those cute and mysterious water creatures advertised in all our comic books back when we were kids? I was stunned to discover I could create life in a jar for only a single worn dollar.Thanks to The Phoenix for reminding me of another one of those magical times of my life when the amazing and impossible seemed within my grasp only to end up realizing that it was all a scam. Well, maybe not a scam but I'll be danged if I could ever keep them alive more than a few months.
Yes, Sea Monkeys ended up a major childhood disappointment for me but that didn't keep me from introducing them to my own children. Guess I had unrealistic hopes that twenty-something years of scientific advancement would change the outcome of ending up with a tank of stinky slime and no cute sea monkeys playing tennis or wearing lipstick.
