I always wanted to be a Brady. I could see myself flying down
that staircase in the morning to be handed my school lunch in a
brown paper bag by Florence Henderson. I thought the house
could manage 7 kids as easily as 6. That was my dream and my
aspiration. The thing was, I identified very strongly with
that show. I knew it was lame brained, even when I was the
same age as the youngest of the Brady kids. I also knew that
its heart was in the right place and it represented to me,
everything that I did not have. Of course, I was living in the
REAL world, and that is not always easy to take. Nearly 30
years later, I have fond feelings towards this series and
occasionally can be seen watching the inevitable reruns. Many
people feel the same as I do, I'm sure, so they must have done
something right.