My sister and I were not allowed to go downstairs until a certain time Saturday mornings. I have forgotten but I think the time was 6am. The saturday morning rule was that whoever turned the TV on got to pick the first show. Every Saturday morning we would both be awake by 4am. We would sit at the top of the stairs try to distract each other from the clock. When it was finally six, we would make an all out rush for the TV. My sister was so aggressive that she rolled me down the stairs a few times trying to be first.
Truthfully I never wanted to be first. I only wanted her to believe that I wanted to be first. If she went first it meant that it would be my turn to pick when all of my favorite shows came on, and the only show that came on at the time we were allowed to turn the TV on was the one she had to pick and my favorite.
I had a game called 'The Dark Tower' which I used once to distract my sister from the time. I have forgotten the game except that there was an electronic black tower. Anyway, I set the game up in a way that forced my sister to sit with her back to the clock. Because I was watching the clock, I played so poorly that my sister won two games and was about to win a third when the time came to go downstairs. I was almost at the bottom of the stairs before she realized what was going on.
When she finally got to the TV she looked at me and asked "What's wrong, why didn't you turn the TV on?"
I had to think fast and the only thing I could come up with was, "I feel bad because I tricked you. You can pick the first show"
Triumphantly, she immediately clicked on the TV and started to flip through the channels. She started to realize there was only one show on and said I could pick first if I wanted.
"oh no," I said "You turned it on, you pick" and from that day on the rule became, Whoever turns the TV on HAS to pick the first show.
The next week she did not even get out of bed. I woke her up when it was time to go down. We both stood in front of the TV arguing about which one was going to turn it on. We argued until 7 when the second show would normally start. At that point I turned the TV on and picked my favorite show. (I will revise this later.)
Whenever I think about saturday morning cartoons, the things I remeber most are that 11 my dad would make his only pick which was loony toons.