"Time changes everything." - Livia Beale
This is a bittersweet day for me. I'm very nostalgic, yet heartbroken at the fact that this was the very day, ten years ago, when my dad took my brother and I to see the original X-Men movie. I was only eight years old, now that I think about it.
A decade changes alot, there's no denying that. I wish I could kill off all the shittyness that my dad's done since those more innocent days of my life, but some things just refuse to go - some things die hard. Very hard, in fact. But that's apart of life, I guess: It takes two steps backwards to take one step forward.
I remember, way back in 2000, when my brother and I had not a care in the world during the months leading up to the X-Men movie's release. Even the smallest clip from the commercials got me, especially, filled with an uncontrollable grace. My brother and I had BEGGED our dad to take us on the very first day (a tradition I personally kept for years on end) to see the movie, and when that fateful Friday finally came, I was probably the most anxious kid on the planet.
I recall, very clearly, how my dad pulled up in a cab after work, stepped out of the car for a quick second, and called my brother and I outside so the cabbie could take us straight to the Whitestone theatre. It was awesome. Moreover, it was one of the few awesome memories that my dad's ever given me of him.
But nonetheless, once we got to the somewhat isolated theatre, walked up it's plain-white steps, and after my dad bought the tickets (it was only sixteen dollars for all three of us back then - times have changed, obviously), we waited in the concession area for a while (where my brother kicked my ass in a 3-D shooting game), and then finally: We went into the auditorium.
We sat down for a while, then there were the trailers for what were new attractions at the time, but as soon as the distictive drum-beat to Twentieth Century Fox's logo opening began, the whole place errupted in a huge applause. It was memorable. But even more applaud-worthy was Patrick Stewart's unforgettable first voice-over right before the movie's main credits began.
About fifteen minutes down the line, the character everyone had been waiting to see, finally showed up, of course: Wolverine. And THAT was the biggest clap-fest during the whole experience.
By the end of the movie, I was just as blown away by the film as I was during all the eventful years that would soon follow it, unbeknownst to me yet.
The most heart-felt part of the day wasn't really the movie.... it was the walk back home. Just me, my brother, and our dad. Little did I know that that was going to be one of the last moments like that which we'd all share together, but for that moment in time: Before Bush bought his way into the presidency, before my dad abandonned his own family, before the many evictions, before Middle School, before September 11th, before High School, before Mia broke my heart, and even before this very blog even existed - I was truly a happy person for a moment. If only I'd known how rare times like those would come to be.
Looking back on it now, that was one of the greatest days of my entire life. It's just so sad that days like those are truly non-existant in today's world.... ten years later.
This is a bittersweet day for me. I'm very nostalgic, yet heartbroken at the fact that this was the very day, ten years ago, when my dad took my brother and I to see the original X-Men movie. I was only eight years old, now that I think about it.
A decade changes alot, there's no denying that. I wish I could kill off all the shittyness that my dad's done since those more innocent days of my life, but some things just refuse to go - some things die hard. Very hard, in fact. But that's apart of life, I guess: It takes two steps backwards to take one step forward.
I remember, way back in 2000, when my brother and I had not a care in the world during the months leading up to the X-Men movie's release. Even the smallest clip from the commercials got me, especially, filled with an uncontrollable grace. My brother and I had BEGGED our dad to take us on the very first day (a tradition I personally kept for years on end) to see the movie, and when that fateful Friday finally came, I was probably the most anxious kid on the planet.
I recall, very clearly, how my dad pulled up in a cab after work, stepped out of the car for a quick second, and called my brother and I outside so the cabbie could take us straight to the Whitestone theatre. It was awesome. Moreover, it was one of the few awesome memories that my dad's ever given me of him.
But nonetheless, once we got to the somewhat isolated theatre, walked up it's plain-white steps, and after my dad bought the tickets (it was only sixteen dollars for all three of us back then - times have changed, obviously), we waited in the concession area for a while (where my brother kicked my ass in a 3-D shooting game), and then finally: We went into the auditorium.
We sat down for a while, then there were the trailers for what were new attractions at the time, but as soon as the distictive drum-beat to Twentieth Century Fox's logo opening began, the whole place errupted in a huge applause. It was memorable. But even more applaud-worthy was Patrick Stewart's unforgettable first voice-over right before the movie's main credits began.
About fifteen minutes down the line, the character everyone had been waiting to see, finally showed up, of course: Wolverine. And THAT was the biggest clap-fest during the whole experience.
By the end of the movie, I was just as blown away by the film as I was during all the eventful years that would soon follow it, unbeknownst to me yet.
The most heart-felt part of the day wasn't really the movie.... it was the walk back home. Just me, my brother, and our dad. Little did I know that that was going to be one of the last moments like that which we'd all share together, but for that moment in time: Before Bush bought his way into the presidency, before my dad abandonned his own family, before the many evictions, before Middle School, before September 11th, before High School, before Mia broke my heart, and even before this very blog even existed - I was truly a happy person for a moment. If only I'd known how rare times like those would come to be.
Looking back on it now, that was one of the greatest days of my entire life. It's just so sad that days like those are truly non-existant in today's world.... ten years later.
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