Even though my father worked in TV broadcasting, I don't remember watching much TV until I was 9 or 10. As he was with an NBC affiliate at that time, we pretty much watched only NBC shows. I felt a certain brand loyalty was in order. My father and I watched AFL football together and became great fans of Jack Kemp.
I do recall that the first family on our block to get a color TV in the early 60s was the McCartneys, so we all traipsed down to their house to watch Shari Lewis. It was sublime.
I also remember when I was 5, we moved to NJ and hadn't even unpacked all the boxes when a chicken pot pie my mother was removing from the oven flipped over and landed on my hand. It hurt, but really not too bad (even though it turned out to be second degree burns). Nevertheless, I looked so pathetic, my mother let me watch Soupy Sales while everyone else finished dinner. She felt so bad but was frazzled trying to get everything settled from the move.
I distinctly remember lying on the floor, looking at my reddened hand, and watching Soupy Sales sing, "Cheese and Crackers."
