Oh man, I know what you mean, Chris…
Y’know… I’m a big nostalgic myself.
Heck, my father is a huge nostalgic and I’m worse than him!
So I really LOVE threads like this one… I love thinking back of early memories of shows or movies that meant the world to me when I was a kid (and still do today)
Thundercats is one of those important shows to me. If not the most important…
That’s why I have a truckload of early Thundercats memories…
The very first one I have dates back to around 1986, when I was seven years old. Living in Belgium, I first saw the show as part of a French children’s programme called ‘Récré A2’ on the Antenne 2 network.
Of course, I didn’t know the show as Thundercats, it was Cosmocats back then! ![]()
Oh, and it wasn’t “Thundercats HO!” Lion-O shouted…It was “Cosmo- Cosmo-Cosmocahaaaats!”
:duh:
Anyway, I was completely blown away by the show from the very first episode! Even at that young age, I could clearly see that it was animated and written in a much better way than ‘He-Man & the Masters of the Universe’, a show I was a big fan of prior to that.
My favourite character was Lion-O (or Starlion in the French version of the show).
I recall being quite frustrated that no Lion-O action figures or Sword of Omens toy replicas were available in stores… (The toys only came out years later out here, you see…)
That’s why I had to use my imagination and be creative to play my hero Lion-O…
I vividly remember putting on one of my mother’s yellow wool gloves and sliding a short kitchen knife into it next to my forearm. I used to run around the neighborhood for hours like that… Shouted “Cosmo- Cosmo- Cosmocahaaaats!” quite a lot…
Well… until my mother realized what I was doing, confiscated her glove and forbade me to play around with cutlery, that is ![]()
Boy… Those were the days…
Really, I have a huge amount of Thundercats memories. And I’d love sharing some more with you guys 'n gals! It’s therapy, really! ![]()
So don’t be surprised or annoyed to see my name pop up in this thread again, from time to time…
So long,
Cliff