...as the *only* soap opera that my mother or I ever watched, ever. It was 1984 or so and I was sick to death with chicken pox, home from school recuperating and trying not to scratch, and my mom who has never watched a soap since was like, "No, we've got to see this, it's good." All I can recall from it was that one woman was a witch or a psychic, and could will things to happen. At one point she tries to entice one of the "good" guys, telling him, "Acknowledge my powers! Then you can have them too!" This point, the supernatural part, was about the only thing that interested me at five years old. The fellow who was the main character had a strange deformity on his face; either it was prosthetic or he really did have half his skin dripping down his cheek. And at some point there was some important plot point involving some woman's high heels in a closet. That was all.
Give me a break, it was twenty five years ago and I was groggy from the pox, people. :P
Give me a break, it was twenty five years ago and I was groggy from the pox, people. :P