I spent quite a bit of time in the children's hospital, in the '80s. I recall spending a lot of that time in the playroom, alone, with their t.v. on a cart attached to what could have very well been a beta, and watching Ghostbusters, over and over and over, until a nurse would finally claim the t.v. cart was needed elsewhere. Bill Murray, (my first and everlasting crush), Dan Akroyd, Harold Ramis, Ernie Hudson, the entire cast, I idolized. They were my heroes because they kept me company when I was alone, they made me laugh, when I was scared, they gave me an escape when I desperately needed one.
By the time Ghostbusters II was released, I was an avid watcher of the Ghostbusters Saturday morning cartoon. I begged for the toys and somehow only ended up with Slimer but I had a playhouse. My rickety playhouse with three steps leading to a door, a triangular roof, two windows, and a built-in wooden seat. In 1989, my playhouse got a facelift. It was painted neon slime green, with the ghostbusters II logo painted above to door thanks to my mom. It was gaudy. I loved it.
I love Ghostbusters. As someone who can never pick a favorite, I can say that Ghostbusters is tops. I even adore the much-maligned 2016 Ghostbusters, (it's really not hard as long as you keep in mind that it is an alternate universe and should not in any way be taken seriously). When the teasers for Ghostbusters Afterlife started, I was ready for it. Every time a new trailer is released I'm ecstatic. I am so ready for this.
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