11:25 AM
This morning driving to work I was at a red light and suddenly, all Proust-like, I tumbled through the Wayback Machine to 1981:

It's a Saturday afternoon (apparently an off-week for cartoons and the Saturday Science Clubhouse at the museum), and I'm sitting on a blanket in the gym at my elementary school. Some enterprising group of parents has set up a movie program where they show a new movie every Saturday. They've already shown Willy Wonka (great, though not as good as the book, and the chicken thing was a little scary) and the Herbie movies (Ocho!), and today begins a month of Pippi Longstocking flicks. Popcorn: check. Dixie cup of pop: check. The parents corral the last of the chasing kids, turn off the lights, and the projector tick-tick-tick-tickticktickwhirrrrrrs into life...

There are moments when I wonder how I became the person I am today. And then there are moments I know.