One of the biggest parts of my childhood was the 90's X-Men cartoon. I was not a morning person, but I would wake up early on Saturday mornings to watch X-Men. It came on at 6:30 and 10:30. I watched both episodes.
The idea of mutants intrigued me. I always liked magic and fantasy, but I was told at church that those were things of the devil. The X-Men weren't magic. They were mutants. Nature or God made them that way. I felt like I could cheat the system. I also felt different like the mutants. Unfortunately, I didn't have powers (of course, I figured out later that I liked boys). I could really relate to the feelings of being an outsider. Now that I'm older, I can relate to some of the situations the mutants find themselves in. They have to deal with hate groups and discrimination.
My cousins and I played X-Men a lot. I think my cousin Jill felt a lot like I did. My family still calls her the black sheep; mainly because she's agnostic. She would always be Rogue. I was Jubilee or Gambit. We always made Chris (Jill's little brother) play with us. He enjoyed it, but I don't think it did the same thing for him as it did for us. We could express ourselves when we played X-Men, and if anyone asked, we were just playing.
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