When I was growing up (the 70's mainly), my family took Super 8 movies. Laughable compared to now. Films were silent, lasted about five minutes, and had to be shown on a projector. A while back, I transferred our old Super 8's onto VHS and dubbed in 70's music. Now I'm moving those to DVD.
They're an odd record of the past. More vibrant than photos, but still distant and imperfect. I thought it might be fun now and again to share some of these "little windows" into my past.
The Birthday Party
I was six years old. I didn't want a birthday party.
My parents threw one anyway. Friends came. Cousins. Aunts. Grandparents. Neighbors. You name it. I remember shrinking from the attention. I remember hoping it would end.
Then, came the cake. Time to cut. Time to sing. The kids waited, but I wouldn't come over.
"Hey, where is he?"
Um, standing over there in the corner.
My grandfather tried to pull me over. Not pretty. My mother decided to bring the cake to me. Cornered me with it.
It could've gone rather badly. Have you ever seen cake combat? Thankfully, it didn't hit the floor.
I never had a true birthday party again. And I'm glad.
(Fascinating to see your personality develop on film. I easily form close rapports one-on-one or in small groups. The attention of crowds, however, I find forced and fake, almost aggressive. I stand before crowds now by playing a role: lawyer, lecturer, etc. Standing up only as myself, however, would still be struggle.)