My Hulk Hogan Childhood

You can tell how old I am with this entry. I was a little girl when this wrestling era was so popular.

It was my Papa who influenced me, well, more like forced me into loving the sports. He would pay me for peace, I would sit with him and watch WWF. After a few episodes, I've become a fan, genuinely. I'd be cheering for Hulk Hogan, yes, THE HULK HOGAN. That honey-skinned guy, short blond hair, particularly bald at the top of the head, sporting a nice beard and mustache and some facial hair. He's the protagonist, always the protagonist. He's the one that kids love. He's the guy you'd love to watch. He is WWF. At least for me. Or at least that's how I remember him based on how olds around me reacted everytime he has a fight.

I have two older brothers, the eldest was seven years older than me and the other, we have a six years gap. Being a wrestling fan, as kids, you couldn't control the urge to copy what you see on TV. You get carried away, you're this close to smashing the TV everytime your idol gets beaten at some points in the match. So then, after the show, you get bored, you imitate them. Or, you're energy is that high you needed an outlet.

My Hulk Hogan childhood consists of me and my brother doing the WWF thing. We wrestle, we smash, we do the hulk thing. And last night, I suddenly remember this one movie I've watched when I was a kid, No Holds Barred. Maaaann! That's one of the best movies I've watched as a little girl!

Good thing I got a good link to watch this old movie, it was nostalgic. It brought so many memories to me. My late Papa, our time together, our TV time together, my brothers, our WWF thingie, my bruises and my hidden wrestling talent. It's a good feeling. I've forgotten, how my stiff neck hurts.