There are man definition's of heaven I'm sure.  Well, here's one:

It's Saturday morning, it's raining outside, I'm sitting on a linoleum floor in a farmhouse living room.

There's a huge (or at least seemed huge at the time) black and white console television set in the corner, with a doily on the top along with some sort of flower vase.

I'm sitting cross-legged with a bowl of Cheerios in front of me, and a sugar bowl next to it (sugar hadn't become a profanity yet).  I'm slurping up the Cheerios and milk and then the 'heaven' part happens.

This comes on that black and white TV.