My childhood was spent without a t.v. set. Maybe this wasn’t uncommon in the late 50’s, early 60’s. Our bedtime was reserved for books, and reading lasted sometimes through two chapters of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe or The Hobbit. By the time we did have a set, I was eight and my media socialization began.
To this day I cannot reliably participate in trivia contests, but am very comfortable with the thought of being raised by wolves thanks to Rudyard Kipling’s The Jungle Book, and stories about Mowgli with reminders from Akela, the head wolf, intoning the mantra, "Ye Know the Law," whenever the pack strayed from a firm moral footing.
I will be going to see the 2016 movie, even though my deeply held impressions of Mowgli, Baloo, Bagheera and Shere Khan were savaged by their Disney portrayals in 1967. Previews of this newest version are heartening.
But I also definitely recommend you delve into our collection of Kipling before launching into the newest iteration of an old classic at the local theater.