My step-mother told us to get ready for bed. My step-sister ignored her, but I changed and brushed my teeth. We were 10.
“I’ve changed my mind,” my step-mother said. “We’re going to the movies.”
“But I’m in my nightgown.”
“It’s just the drive-in,” she said.
“A triple feature,” my step-sister said excitedly and rattled off the titles of three horror movies.
“I can stay home and go to bed,” I said. “I don’t care if I don’t go.”
But my dad wanted us to be a family. Families went together. To this day, I don’t remember the names of those movies but I remember the giant rats in one and the giant ants in another. Vampires were in the third. I hated sitting in the car in my thin and too short nightgown. Hated being scared. Hated being forced to watch movies I didn’t want to see.
With my step-mother I often got to feel like the star of my own movie. Her–wicked step-mother. Me–tormented princess about to be saved at any time.
It was like a movie. People usually say this after accidents, traumas, or surprising, emotional events. Have you ever said that? For what event?
But what did people say before movies? It was like listening to the storyteller in the town square! We use movies to define or explain our lives. What was the vocabulary before? It was just like when Tybalt killed Mercutio! Can a written story reach people like a film? Can your written story reach people like a film?