I had never heard of Peppa Pig until my granddaughter hit the ground running a bit over four years ago. I have met people since who say they cannot stand Peppa Pig because they had to read the stories to their kids many, many seasons ago. About all that sticks in my mind is jumping in muddy puddles. I try and avoid the muddy puddles these days, but I did find a nice, green piece of broken pop bottle yesterday that was at least fifty years old by the railroad tracks. That will go into a future art project someday.