funny feeling
It's a feeling I have a hard time describing. Like an elusive memory of a dream, it is so familiar, but incredibly difficult to describe. I'm talking about a certain emotion that I'm struggling to identify.
It's a little like love, but more. More what, I'm not sure. I can remember three distinct moments of it as a child. The first incident occurred when I was five years old. I attended a private montessori school and enjoyed the luxery of having great works of fiction read to me, before and after I could read them on my own. It's a wonderful thing, having a book read to you. Affords one the luxery of really taking it all in and creating a series of rich mental images. For me, Aslan was it. The emotion illicited by this character is truly amazing, but it was an early indicator of the marvels that lay ahead in life. (some of which I'm still anticipating) The safe and comfortable feeling I experienced through that character is something I look forward to experiencing again with the new Narnia movie.
The second experience, not unlike the first, also involved a fictitious character. Justin the Rat, from the Secret of Nimh. Great movie. Great rat. I was nine when I saw it at the theatre with my best friend at the time, Melia. I was instantly determined to marry Justin. Well, not literally, but I knew without a doubt that I would only marry someone who made me feel as Justin did.
Third childhood experience with this emotion occurred when I was ten years old. It was after school and I was at the home of the women who picked me up from school each day. That particular day, there was another visiting child in the neighborhood. I do not recall his name, but I know that I experienced a feeling in him that was previously limited to fictional characters.
The feeling is one of total and complete safety. There is no concern for hurt feelings or stepped upon toes. I long for this feeling today. I wish for someone to scream at. (see Green Day: She)
It's a little like love, but more. More what, I'm not sure. I can remember three distinct moments of it as a child. The first incident occurred when I was five years old. I attended a private montessori school and enjoyed the luxery of having great works of fiction read to me, before and after I could read them on my own. It's a wonderful thing, having a book read to you. Affords one the luxery of really taking it all in and creating a series of rich mental images. For me, Aslan was it. The emotion illicited by this character is truly amazing, but it was an early indicator of the marvels that lay ahead in life. (some of which I'm still anticipating) The safe and comfortable feeling I experienced through that character is something I look forward to experiencing again with the new Narnia movie.
The second experience, not unlike the first, also involved a fictitious character. Justin the Rat, from the Secret of Nimh. Great movie. Great rat. I was nine when I saw it at the theatre with my best friend at the time, Melia. I was instantly determined to marry Justin. Well, not literally, but I knew without a doubt that I would only marry someone who made me feel as Justin did.
Third childhood experience with this emotion occurred when I was ten years old. It was after school and I was at the home of the women who picked me up from school each day. That particular day, there was another visiting child in the neighborhood. I do not recall his name, but I know that I experienced a feeling in him that was previously limited to fictional characters.
The feeling is one of total and complete safety. There is no concern for hurt feelings or stepped upon toes. I long for this feeling today. I wish for someone to scream at. (see Green Day: She)