I didn't even have to think about this one.
Little House on the Prairie.
No doubt about it.
I spent too many afternoons to count watching this show. In elementary school, on days when we were supposed to dress as literary characters, I dressed as Laura Ingalls. Every. Single. Time.
I wished I could call my parents "Ma" and "Pa." I wanted to sleep in a long nightgown and a nightcap in a loft.
I wanted to travel in a covered wagon. I have no doubt it was uncomfortable but it seemed so cozy and cool, to sit under that fabric covering surrounded by your family's worldly belongings while you set out for a new life.
I wanted to watch my Pa build a log cabin. If you're lucky these days, you can watch a guy build a high score on some Xbox game. In my Little House on the Prairie books, I read about people who built houses and towns and entire lives with their own two hands.
I still have a stack of the books on my bookshelves. Little House in the Big Woods. Little House on the Prairie. By the Shores of Silver Lake. Little Town on the Prairie. The Long Winter. These Happy Golden Years.
When it came to the show, I wanted Michael Landon to be my dad and I wanted a cute nickname like "Half Pint." I still want that.