These last few days I’ve been writing about homesickness and the different types of homesickness and its potency at certain times, and the way that homesickness can change or come upon you even when you’re sitting in your own well-loved loungeroom.
I don’t think it is any coincidence that I caught myself singing this song to myself.
I’ve always loved these lines, especially:
‘Somebody come with me and see the pleasure in the wind
Somebody see the time is getting late to begin’
By the time I had my children, Australia had a lot more of its own television and anyway, I pretty much limited their television exposure to PlaySchool, so my children don’t really know Sesame Street. I think that’s a pity.
adelaide from adelaide 
Pity them not, for they may pity you also.
That definitely made me nostalgic… Part of the soundtrack to my childhood.
I know that feeling.
As I read the first line you quoted I thought “Hey, Somebody Come and Play” quickly followed by “nah, it’ll be something else” and then I read on…
D didn’t get much SS (kind of for similar reasons to those you outlined), but E absolutely loves it. I have a couple of DVDs of old SS that CTW have put out, which are totally great blast from the past stuff. E also loves Play School, so he’s getting a good selection of both his cultures I reckon. My sadness is that neither of my kids get it when I say “upside down, Miss Jane”. Last time I looked there wasn’t much Squiggle on Youtube…
Having watched the recent series “Good Morning Kalimantan”, which is about rescuing various primates In Indonesia, I almost cried at the irony of that lot rolling around on the concrete. It made me realise with horror how normal it seemed to see such a scenario when I was a kid watching SS, never imagining their trauma
It did transport me back to primary school days. I’d forgotten that song.