When I was say 9 or so, my parents took me to the Vouge to see Henry V. I remember falling asleep and possibly that we left for a vacation the next day. Weird. I need to ask them.
My parents were very good at culture-ish stuff. Things slightly out of the ordinary from the family down the block, like taking me to foreign films, nice restaurants, visiting every single historical site in the region, and listening to classic bluegrass. You know what I hated as a kid though? foreign films, nice restaurants, visiting every single historical site in the region, and listening to classic bluegrass.
BUUUUT you know what I adore now as a 30 year old. ALL OF THOSE THINGS.
Dale and Sue for the Win!!!
However, I tried watching Henry V this week and snoooooreee....I fell asleep again!
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My parents took me to see 'Sound of Music' when I was little. For some reason I'd gotten it into my head that I would *hate* this movie. So I locked the childlick on my door, locked my door from the inside and refused to budge.
Of course I eventually gave in and went into the theatre and lived the movie so much I was sad when it was finished.
I have been thinking of these things to the point of tears lately (seriously) but it works a little differently in my case. My parents moved closer to the city (meaning the knobs)when i was little but i still spent a large portion of my childhood back in Crawford County Indiana with my cousins and grandparents.
I feel such longing to be back there sometimes but i think i'm perhaps only longing for my childhood and will be disappointed. But still- i appreciate so much of that slow country life (even if it is a bit redneck too)...so much more than my parents do. They think it skipped a generation.
The thought of it all just makes me want to cry and read some Wendell Berry and cry some more.
So i think i might be getting way off-topic from your point but the things that stay with us and develop into our own appreciation and lifestyle later... it's an oft-told story i know and we all keep falling for it. thankfully.
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