It's Wild How We All Agreed To Completely Forget Game Of Thrones

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For most of us, our favourite things are set when we're teenagers. At that point, we are at the ripest age for discovery, we haven't been turned cynical by the grinding gears of modern life, and our brains are still developing, still ready to be touched by magic. My favourite TV show is The Simpsons, a show I've been watching since I was ten years old. My favourite singer is Taylor Swift, who I've been following since her debut album, which was released when I was 13 (this is also Taylor's lucky number, presumably because she knows she is so lucky to have me as a fan). My favourite movie, Lost in Translation, came out when I was 11, but I didn't see it until I was 15 a few years later - the perfect age for it. There are few challengers to this reality. All of my other favourite movies either came out or were watched when I was a teenager. Taylor Swift is unlikely to ever be deposed. But a few years ago, Game of Thrones launched a serious attack on my childhood and threatened to usurp The Simpsons' seat on the throne. Sometimes I sit and wonder 'what on Earth happened?'.

In a few years from now, it will be difficult to explain to anyone not present to witness it live exactly what happened with Game of Thrones. It didn't have 'a bad ending', it's way more complicated than that. For four seasons, Game of Thrones put out some of the finest episodes television had ever seen - and it did it week after week, year after year. In the fifth and sixth season, it was great, just not at those impossibly high standards. Even then though, while it didn't quite have the consistency of, say, season three, it had some spectacular individual episodes. Hardhome, Mother's Mercy, The Door, The Broken Man, and Battle of the Bastards all