I've loved movies ever since my dad took me to see Jurassic Park in theaters. Opening night. It's amazing I remember that, because it was released in June of '93, which means I was two. I also remember kicking my mom in the face when she was changing my diaper, and I was potty-trained by my first birthday. And yet I can't remember what I did in third period today. Tangent alert!
Back to the dinosaurs. I recall running out of the theater screaming when the guy got eaten when he was in the john, then vomiting on a random usher. What was he doing just walking around the hallway? Didn't he have a job? Well, after that I rewatched the movie at least once a year. I can recite whole scenes. I own the sequel...s. And almost all of the action figures. I used to make the raptors pilot the Star Ship Enterprise and the T-Rex take the Millenium Falcon and as I type this I realize why I had no friends growing up.
My favorite action figures where the chompies, though. The little bitty dinosaurs who devoured people? Yeah. I think they were in the second movie. Also, I don't think they were actually called chompies, because I'm GoogleImaging every imaginable spelling and I keep getting pictures of donuts. I liked them because they were tiny and had sharp little tails that I used to pull back and whip my brothers in the face with them. They hurt like hell.
Ever since then I've loved movies. Any kind of movies. Documentaries, dramas, comedies. Glitter, even. I'm very forgiving. Ever since I realized that there are actually people who write movies - not so long ago, mind you - I knew I wanted to be a movie writer. Or whatever the technical term is. So in twenty years when you find yourself watching the latest flick I wrote during a painkillers-induced week-long hallucination, just remember: blame Jurassic Park, not the doctor I swiped the prescription pad from. He didn't know.
~Abby
Labels: dinosaurs, drugs, potty training
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