Well, I wanted to relate a movie to a person, but I almost feel bad connecting this movie to this particular person. However, this person used to put his finger in front of my eyes and repeatedly tell me, “I’m not touching you,” so I don’t feel too bad.
Star Wars Episode !: The Phantom Menace. For a long time I was completely behind this movie. I mean, up until my most recent viewing in July, I was completely behind it. I now will concede that it could have been better. However, to Hil at 8, this movie was… epic.
This was the first midnight premiere the Millers went to, but Mom determined I was too young to go to it on a school night. Mom wisdom strikes again! I was upset, like really upset. I remember being at Thad’s baseball game when Mom told me I couldn’t go and thinking about how sometimes life isn’t fair. I think this says something about how I was as a child; I didn’t get rude that I couldn’t go to the Star Wars midnight showing, I got introspective and philosophical. I was a joy to be around.
Rhett is my older brother (the oldest of the two). (Also, it was his birthday on Saturday– Happy Belated, bro!) Rhett said he would take me to the movie the next day. Granted, at this point, Rhett still thought this film was going to blow his mind. After the midnight showing, the fam was a bit disappointed, particularly the older half who were less impressed with Queen Amidala’s wigs.
Rhett didn’t think it was good either, but he still took me. I think this says a lot about the person my brother is. He’s the person who sat through Episode One twice in theaters just so I could see it. He’s the person who played Wheatus’s Teenage Dirtbag on full volume just so he could use his whiny voice to make me smile. He’s the person who helped take care of me when I stayed home sick (including the clean up of the most projectile of all projectile vomits). He’s the person who would do anything for the people he loves, who is a great uncle, who literally makes everyone’s day better, and who will make a fantastic husband and father someday.
Gear switch. Once, when we were watching The Polar Express, I asked Mom what the four of us siblings would do if the train stopped at our house. Would we stay? Would we hop on? She went through everyone until she got to me and said that I would do whatever Rhett did. I can only hope this is true in real life. I’d love to be anything like the guy I’m so lucky to have as a brother and so proud to have as a friend.
Did I mention he watched Star Wars Episode One twice in theaters?
I’m not touching you!