When our girls were 6 and 9 years old, something happened they have never forgotten and laugh about to this day. I had just gotten remarried, and after a year of the girls whining and carrying on about how they weren't allowed to watch the TV shows that they wanted to watch, my husband had had enough. He grabbed the TV, took it out to the alley and stuffed it in the garbage bin.
The kids had followed him outside yelling at him to stop it and bring the TV back. He ignored them, went inside and got a baseball bat. He then smashed it to pieces. So much for TV.
We didn't have another TV for 10 years. But you know what? It turned out great. We played board games, we talked, we sang, we did crafts, we baked - we had hours of being together that would have been lost if we had kept that TV. My daughters used to say they were glad it was gone because we had so much fun.