Here in Melbourne, I’m at the end of the first week of school holidays, and I’m about to head out for one of our regular activities. Yes, the movies. Our Girl is still at the netball holiday program, so it’s T1 and T2, plus one of their school friends to see Shazam.
I remember the cartoon of the same name. It was a favourite of mine; my brother and I liked to smash imagined, matching, jagged rings together while chanting the word Shazam, as it played out in front of us on the telly. I’m keen to see how much of this movie resembles the cartoon of my memory.
What we loved as children, we cling to. We remember with rose-coloured glasses the TV shows, food, toys and thrills of our young days. We age, grow in stature, width, experience and knowledge, but even as the memories fade, we hold firm.
Time bedevils. It torments us because ageing and learning is a good thing, but fading memories and creaking bones are not so much fun. Still, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
As for Shazam, that remains to be seen.
Have a great day!