After a massive work dump of the week, the office is officially closed. The next couple of weeks are open, and on Tuesday I leave on an upgrade of a cruise. Apparently they booked us on an overbooked cruise, so instead of going to Mexico we are going to the Caribbean. I was kind of sad until I learned I could possibly see the Bermuda Triangle. That would be cool.
While going through some things, I found my mom's memory album, where she stuck pictures and things.
Five ticket stubs were under the picture protecting plastic sheet. On the page, it said August 9, 1986.
I remembered that day..
August 9, 1986
It was hot. It was still summer in the duplex my parents lived in with their three children. The AC was busted so the windows were opened and fans placed in them strategically. My mom was very pregnant and very unhappy at sweltering in her nest. My dad had come home from his half day of work hanging garage doors and came in with his patent cheesy grin that said he was up to something as he set the bag from Bobes Hobby House. He spent his little bit of money on a new model rocket to work on. My mom was less than thrilled. Me and my brother were taking turns annoying my baby sister, who was trying to crawl. She would crawl towards me and my brothers final battle to end all battle of which was better, Transformers or GI Joe. My forces were lined up, and he had his army lined up and it was going to be a blood bath, until a massive drooling monster would try to get my brothers figures to nom on. So we would carry her back to her toys, and when the war started, she returns, so it became part of the battle to get rid of the invader.
My mom was still displeased, but then my dad was looking at his book, where he hid money.
"Alright!"
My dad had to holler over the tv, my mom grumbling, me and my siblings trying to war.
"Lets get them ready. Lets go chill out."
Fastest bath I ever had, and once cleaned and dressed we were in my dads old chevelle, tan, and cool. My dad checked the paper, and we made into the movie theater minutes before the commercials started, my mom almost made us late as she did her "not going to buy candy or drinks at the theater" thing, because even then they were pricey. Dad did not tell us what movie we were going to see, but the AC was nice, and that was all that mattered.
BUT...
My engine had ignition. The Transformers theme came on the screen and I vibrated so hard in my seat that I might have cause an earthquake elsewhere in the world. For the next two hours were like bliss. My mom passed out the moment she sat down, after giving everyone their drinks and snacks, and I just about lost it. I knew my mom and dad were not into Transformers like I was, with me threatening to run away to join Optimus Prime fight the bad guys. And my mom always telling me okay, but I could not cross the street or leave the side walk. It wasn't until later that I realized she basically trapped me to the block.
After the movie, my sister needed changing, my brother was hungry and I was a jackhammer walking and vibrating. The sun was going down, so the air cooled up a little, but my dad was hungry and tired from work so he took us out to dinner. To me it was a kings feast, but I was just happy. I mean, I got to see my hero's on the screen, got my belly filled, and when the sun was gone, we drove home, where it was a bit cooler, with a note on the door stating that the repair guy fixed the AC, and my mom turned it down to 75. Man it was good to be alive right then.
I cried happy tears remembering that prized moment in time. My life was far from perfect , but in that one moment, the world was freakin sweet.
Sorry about the wall of text. Just wanted to share with you all why I am still smiling, looking at Optimus Prime, gen 1 still in box on my shelf.
Also, does anyone want a story updated before I leave for my cruise Tuesday? I also have one I can post that would be cool.