Sometimes I have thoughts. Sometimes I write them down. Sometimes they’re interesting… but not usually. Consider yourself warned.
I grew up in the country. We didn’t make it to many movies. In fact, I can’t remember any of them until I was about 9 or so. One night my father and I went to Cincinnati to hang out with an old friend of his. Bernie. Bernie had two daughters. I can’t really remember how old they were, but if I had to guess I’d say they were around 15 and 17.
The day we were there, the girls were heading out to a movie. Our dad’s must have seen it as an opportunity to share a bottle of whiskey in peace, so they asked the girls to take me along. I don’t think they were exactly thrilled about it, but they did it anyway. So there I was, out in an unfamiliar city with two strange (older) girls. I was officially on an adventure.
What I didn’t know, was that the adventure I was going to see on the screen was even bigger…and it was going to impact the rest of my life.
I don’t know if it was my lack of exposure to movies in general, or something inherent in ‘Raiders’ that hooked me…but I was definitely hooked. The list of films that has affected me that profoundly over my life is decidedly short. I went Raiders-crazy for a while there. I begged my folks for a whip and hat for Christmas. What I got was the Raider board game. Still, I was pretty excited.
I wonder what the 9 year-old me would have thought if he saw this photo. Would it have killed the magic? Or would it have helped me to realize that there were actually magicians behind these movies a little earlier in my life? I like to think it would be the latter.