Everything is Sailor Moon and nothing hurts

When I was a kid, there was a time where I slept in the living room behind a curtain. While this had the unfortunate result of being the reason I found out that the Easter Bunny was my mom, there were some upsides, too. The best thing about this arrangement was that at 5AM, after Dad left for work, I could sneak out, turn on the TV to the LOWEST POSSIBLE VOLUME and watch Sailor Moon for half an hour.

(Does anyone else remember those TVs where you had to turn a kind of knob on the front to turn it on/switch channels? And there was this other fiddly round knob with a ton of numbers that supposedly did something, but you could never really be sure what. )