I've just finished watching "My Girl" with Macaulay Culkin and Anna Chlumsky and I've just finished mopping the tears from my puffy, red eyes. It's gets me every time, gosh darn it!!
Thomas J., why, oh why did you have to go back for the ring and get stung by dozens of hornets and then die from an allergic reaction?? (You've all seen this film already, right?) That's what you get for being kind and selfless. You die. Let that be a lesson to us all!
I'm kidding of course, I know my Warriors are out there right now doing good for the world and that is how it should be.
Back to the film. It's one of my all time faves and I hadn't seen it in years. It's touching, poignant, nostalgic, sad, tragic and uplifting all rolled into one perfect little film viewing package. A particularly tender moment is when Thomas J and Vada share their first innocent kiss on the banks of the river. The sun is beginning to go down, the birds sing cheerfully and knowingly in the treetops and the lightest of breezes ripples through the air. The scene is set:
This soon had me reminiscing about my very own first kiss. Ah yes, I remember it as though it were yesterday. But it wasn't. It was twenty six years ago and I was nine.
A bunch of us had arranged to meet up "in the woods" not far from my house at 46 Kinghorne Street. We had a definite activity in mind: the ABC game. This involved the girls chasing the boys and vice versa and whoever you caught had to choose between A) a cuddle B) a peck on the cheek or C) kissing with tongues. I remember running wildly through the trees pursued by the boys from my class and dreading/excitedly anticipating my capture. I already knew which one of the three options I was going for, I had no intention of holding back! And sure enough, no sooner had Tony Dickson caught me (or was it Neil Cargill? I can never quite remember which one stole my childhood innocence) than my tongue was thrust down his throat with characteristic energy and enthusiasm. I was hoping to leave my mark upon Tony and by biting his lip and drawing blood I did just that. Not my finest moment, I'll admit, and it was a good few years before I unleashed my tongue (not teeth, I had learned my lesson) on the next lucky fella - Peter Speirs at the school disco in 2nd year. Forty-five minutes non-stop. BOOOOM! Who remembers that one?? I selflessly donated a serious amount of saliva to that guy and all I got in return was chapped lips and a cold sore.