Yesterday, as I was in the middle of relishing reminding one of my law school friends of what he called "one of those numerous little-known annoyances of my early history that would fade away even perhaps out of my own mind but for the harassment of a small group of old friends who know about it," Pamela for some reason started recounting weird things I did when I was around Elisa's age.
I don't know how Pamela remembers these things, because she was only a year old when I was Elisa's age, but she remembered a few things that I had [quite happily] forgotten.
One of these things was that for a certain period of time my favorite movie was that gem of the cinema, that unforgettable classic, North. (Elijah Wood was also in Flipper, but I had better taste than to make that my actual favorite. Actually, I think Huckleberry Finn was the longest-running favorite.)
I vaguely remembered this era, but couldn't remember anything really about the movie except a nod to euthanasia (I was a very perceptive 11-year-old) and Bruce Willis dressed up as the Easter bunny.
So today I YouTubed it and found a clip.
All the while, I was smugly reflecting how much I had grown up since those days. How much my taste had improved.
Just then Christina walked in. We watched the clip together.
Me: What a dumb movie.
Her: Yeah, and Elijah Wood was a horrible actor!
Me: [without thinking] Was NOT!
I think I still have a ways to go.
(Do you remember this, Ally?)