Snowflake Challenge - Day 2
Day 2
In your own space, share a book/song/movie/tv show/fanwork/etc that changed your life. Something that impacted on your consciousness in a way that left its mark on your soul.
If we go way back, I saw the movie adaptation of "Where the Red Fern Grows" at a very young age - maybe 6 or 7. I watched it in the basement, and then I went upstairs, and my mom found me crying on the couch. It was the first time I ever felt that swell of emotion for something outside of my immediate self. My paternal grandfather died when I was 4 and I remember my dad telling me at the funeral that it was okay if I wanted to cry, and me silently wondering why I would (which sounds awful written out, but I don't have any actual memories of my grandfather and I mean it in the sense that I simply didn't understand). But when Old Dan and Little Ann were buried side by side and the red fern grew up between them, my heart broke for the first time.
On a less existential level, I saw "Star Wars" for the first time in the theater in 1997. The opening notes of the theme blared out, the text crawled across the screen into the depths of space, and I was in love. Just totally, completely gone in a way I had never felt before, although I had lots of books and movies I loved. I discovered the existence of fandom on the internet immediately afterwards, and the rest is history.
Joni Mitchell's Blue album, on vinyl on my dad's stereo, lying on the living room carpet with my head between the speakers. And everyone one of them words rang true, like it was written on my soul, from me to you.
Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein. The Little Prince.
Regarding fandom, the first thing that comes to mind is KJ's Moonverse. I reread it several years ago and it's still soul-destroying. "Don't come back. Ever." JFC you guys, what even is fandom.
In your own space, share a book/song/movie/tv show/fanwork/etc that changed your life. Something that impacted on your consciousness in a way that left its mark on your soul.
If we go way back, I saw the movie adaptation of "Where the Red Fern Grows" at a very young age - maybe 6 or 7. I watched it in the basement, and then I went upstairs, and my mom found me crying on the couch. It was the first time I ever felt that swell of emotion for something outside of my immediate self. My paternal grandfather died when I was 4 and I remember my dad telling me at the funeral that it was okay if I wanted to cry, and me silently wondering why I would (which sounds awful written out, but I don't have any actual memories of my grandfather and I mean it in the sense that I simply didn't understand). But when Old Dan and Little Ann were buried side by side and the red fern grew up between them, my heart broke for the first time.
On a less existential level, I saw "Star Wars" for the first time in the theater in 1997. The opening notes of the theme blared out, the text crawled across the screen into the depths of space, and I was in love. Just totally, completely gone in a way I had never felt before, although I had lots of books and movies I loved. I discovered the existence of fandom on the internet immediately afterwards, and the rest is history.
Joni Mitchell's Blue album, on vinyl on my dad's stereo, lying on the living room carpet with my head between the speakers. And everyone one of them words rang true, like it was written on my soul, from me to you.
Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein. The Little Prince.
Regarding fandom, the first thing that comes to mind is KJ's Moonverse. I reread it several years ago and it's still soul-destroying. "Don't come back. Ever." JFC you guys, what even is fandom.