So, I was searching my e-mails trying to find a message from my friend, Neal, wherein he taught me some stuff about how to use Windows Movie Maker. I can't find it. But I did find this story I sent to my brother, Jacob. It's still funny a year later. Shall I share? (Originally written 25 July 2008.)
We felt like we should do something extraordinary to celebrate Pioneer Day last night (Chris had to work during the day), but we were too tired and hot to go out of our house. Instead, we watched a family movie: Return of the Jedi. In the past, when Chris has shown the kids Star Wars movies, he has carefully selected certain parts of the show--not editing for content, just to make it shorter. I suggested that we, for the first time, let the children see the whole movie. As it started, I couldn't get into it. So, I picked up a book. I watched and read and read and watched. Then I started wondering, have I outgrown Star Wars? Is it possible that I, Megan, could no longer get excited by Han Solo mistakenly knocking Boba Fett into the Tarlac Pit? I was a little saddened to think that I could be maturing. Afterall, I still get a laugh out of Homer and Bart. (But only when the kids aren't watching. That way, I can maintain my hypocritical self-righteous horror at the crassness and inappropriateness of the show.)
Anyway . . . the movie progressed towards the end. I looked up from my book during what used to be my favorite scene of all time, in all movies:
"Now... go, my son. Leave me."
"No. You're coming with me. I'll not leave you here, I've got to save you."
"You already... have, Luke. You were right. You were right about me. Tell your sister... you were right."
I felt my eyes fill with tears despite myself. And I couldn't help but think, "I've still got it." I think I'll be a fanatical fan until my dying day. Well, that's all.
2 comments:
Like I told you today, I cried at the first mention of James and Lily Potter. And I thought I was growing out of the first HP book.
Very touching story.
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