I owned one television in my life. The decade or so relationship ended when I took it and all my other belongings - save a few clothes - to the dumpster at the condo complex I was renting at the time; then watched the neighbor walk off with it.
The television was classic. Big enough to see a picture, small enough to carry, with an antenna...about 18 inches square. I could never afford cable, so the television sat quiet and dark - a black hole.
My parents forbid television, except the seasonal Jimmy Stewart It's a Wonderful Life and Little House on the Prairie.
I never miss tv.
I look at my life through the years and wonder, "What would I have had to give up in order to spend time with you?"
Everything.
Amusing really, so little needed to live a full life. Water, an apple, dirt to play in, rain to soak my shirt, and sun to blacken my skin. A pad to write, sketch, draw, muse. A bed, roof, and blankets. Hot water is so nice, but not required. A general interest in my self and enjoyment of my own company is a must. Time for reflection, solitude, and quiet.
Yeah, I don't miss tv.
