When I was younger, my family was stationed overseas in Germany. Back then, Armed Forces Radio and TV network provided the only English language programming. They only had about two hours of kids programming a day and that included weekend cartoons.

We flew back to the States and were living on base in Ft. Dix (New Jersey). It was early on a Saturday and my sister and I snuck down to the common area and turned on the TV. We were awestruck. There was station after station of cartoons. More than any one kid could possibly watch. There were the older, traditional Looney Tunes and weird animations from Japan and poorly drawn ones on Public Television and sophisticated cartoon mixed with live action on Nickalodean. There was even an entire network dedicated to cartoons.

And that is what freedom means to me: having more choices than I could possibly use with everything for any taste available.