I was a 6-year-old boy living in an Eastern Iowa town of 1,000 people in 1990. I watched Full House on Friday nights.
The show's opening was so wholesome. Little Michelle in the red convertible between Joey and her Uncle Jesse. Then a long shot of the whole family cruising with the top down. Followed by an extreme long shot of the convertible driving on this road with water under it.
"Dad, what's that bridge?"
"It's the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco."
The Tanner gang looked so happy riding up a hill on that
"Dad, why are they riding on a bus that has tracks on the road?"
"It's a street car. In cities people use public transportation, like buses and trains. San Francisco has street cars that run along the streets."
The closing shot of the Tanner family picnicking in the park with a tight row of houses in the background made you feel part of their bond.
"Dad, why are those houses so close together?"
"San Francisco is a small area with lots of people. Houses are close together because there's not much land. People go to parks to play because they may not have backyards."
"Wow," I mumbled to myself. My 6-year-old brain couldn't understand how there was a world so different than mine.
As a young adult, I took on an ambitious attitude and said things in the same vein as, "Guys, how could we not take a bunch of risks and work all the time? There's this world out there where cities have huge bridges, trolley-looking things that drive on roads, and hilly parks with beautiful houses in the background. We have to be successful and experience that!"
Thank you, Danny Tanner, Uncle Jesse, and the rest of the gang for my inferiority complex. It's made me very motivated.