When I was nine, Voltron was my secret guardian. He went to school with me and towered over the bullies who picked on me in the lunch room and the demanding teacher who screamed more often than she spoke. At home, he stayed close all night while my parents yelled and threw things at each other. Of course, no one could see him but me.
I remember the first time I saw Voltron: Defender of the Universe. It was early morning, before the sun came up. My father was passed out on the couch, and I had about an hour before I had to make the school bus. My siblings were still in bed, and I relish that hour because it was the only time I got to watch anything that I wanted to see on television.