Precious Wasted Time

I have a confession to make. Well, now I have two. Number one, I am using what is probably one of the most commonly used opening lines ever, and I feel guilty about it.
Secondly, I like commercials. I do. Unashamedly. When I watch a recorded TV show, I do NOT fast forward through the commercials. I sometimes find the commercials more entertaining than the show I am watching. I love watching my fellow actors hawk the latest cold medicine or bed mattress. Sometimes, their performance is funny. Sometimes it's sexy. Sometimes it's ridiculous and makes me laugh at how stupid it is.
I like the teasers from the news networks. I like to see what their top story is that I am going to have to wait through the entire hour of their broadcast to see.
I love trailers for movies! Love them! Even if I have seen the trailer a dozen times. I love the previews of other TV shows that I may have never seen and know nothing about.
What I love most though is the sense memory I feel during a commercial break. I remember Dad saying it's time to dish up Rocky Road ice cream or banana splits, or Mom running into the kitchen to pull brownies or fudge out of the oven. I remember my siblings racing to use the bathroom. I remember frantically answering a question on my homework assignment.
I guess those interruptions awaken my inner child. I do occasionally fast forward through them if I have limited time or I'm crazy excited to get back into the plot of the show. But, usually, I enjoy the break and all the memories and amusement that come with it.