Breakup Letter- Toonami (more specifally, Tom)

My good friend Tom,

As our lives go on, many people say that their childhoods have gone by so quickly, the memories dwindling down to nothing as the ever present clock stops for no man. It is at our earliest memories in which we need to make the most of; so that we can take the luxury of saying “I remember it like it was just yesterday”. Despite my various memories as a child, I am honored to say that the crown jewels of it all were when you were around.

It was always a Friday or Saturday night, whether it is a small get together with friends or simply going over to grandma’s house with my older sister. We would have a great time before then, sure, but the night was made when you came along, and brought us the entertainment that we oh-so-desperately needed. I still remember those moments when we all watched you, staring and listening in awe at the stories you had to tell and the shows you would put on for us, and how they captivated our interests.

You were more than just an entertainer to us, Tom. You were a wise, older friend. The kind of friend that everyone wanted to be around. Even when the shows that you put on were beginning to get repetitive (and dare I say, dull) you still found a way for us to listen in and keep watching. And it would almost always be worth it, just to hear what you had to say.

The best part is, you grew up with us.

As our generation grew older, we started to stay up later, and later. You moved with us, and for a while, we didn’t seem to mind.

Until that is, when we noticed we were seeing you less and less.

Some of us had by that time of realization have moved on to bigger and better things, but those who stuck with you were devastated by the slow motion train wreck before our eyes. Sure, you would try to go back to the old days and mention them from time to time, but you ended up tripping on your own words, and ultimately making you appear unappealing to us. At that point, we assumed the worst.

Then that was it. With a memorable speech, you bid us adieu and flew off into the horizon as the words slowly sank in and registered in our heads.

You were gone. And it was that way for a long, long time.

But now you are back, not as the childhood entertainer, but something more, and perhaps more wiser, as if you have never stopped growing with us.

By the moment of this letter, I am now currently 16 years old. Still youthful to appreciate the times when I am not drowning in my studies, but instead watching some mind-numbing television.

But as a teenager, I have quickly become friends with late night sleep, just shy out of your block. I’m afraid I just can’t keep up with the pace you’re going now. I don’t have the energy like I used to. Of course, there is always the internet where can keep posted about each other, but to be fully honest, it’s just not the same.

So, until we meet again, stay gold.

Bang.