There were better times my friend

When we are children and we grow up with a program, we are fond of it and we can always return, as the years go by, and remember moments and a time of happiness.
But what about the other side, that character who brought so much happiness and joy to children at one time, but when they grow up, he is left with nothing. When its moment of success passes and it becomes outdated for new generations and only as a brief memory for the others. When he dedicated all his available hours to a cause that now looks down on him with pity.
Too old for the new, second line for prime time, too recognizable to reinvent itself. Everything that goes up, comes down, but how does it go up again?
In the meantime, the program will remain there, intact. Anchored to a time when we were happy.