Return of Memoryfest - Day 15/31
15. Elementary School
A group of us had a sleepover at my friend K.'s house when we were about ten years old, the sort of party where we'd practice "light as a feather, stiff as a board" levitation games before settling in to watch movies and play "truth or dare" till we all fell asleep. That particular night we watched My Girl. I'd seen it before and I'd read the book, but I still cried at the end, sort of helpless hitching little breaths and tears. My friends laughed at me.
(It was embarrassing but not traumatizing. Still, sometimes I wonder whether what happened that night has to do with why I try my utmost not to cry at movies when someone else is there.)
WTF
A group of us had a sleepover at my friend K.'s house when we were about ten years old, the sort of party where we'd practice "light as a feather, stiff as a board" levitation games before settling in to watch movies and play "truth or dare" till we all fell asleep. That particular night we watched My Girl. I'd seen it before and I'd read the book, but I still cried at the end, sort of helpless hitching little breaths and tears. My friends laughed at me.
(It was embarrassing but not traumatizing. Still, sometimes I wonder whether what happened that night has to do with why I try my utmost not to cry at movies when someone else is there.)
WTF