A scene from my youth
My brother dug up this photo the other day, and man it pulls on the strings of my nostalgic heart.
That’s an 11-year-old me over there on the right, as the world’s tallest E.T.
My mom’s looking on from the backdoor of our old house.
See, I was entirely obsessed with Spielberg’s movie after it was released that summer.
I ate Reeses Pieces even though they were an incredibly putrid candy. I knew the day JC Penney would have plush E.T. dolls on sale (and this was before the internet). And I begged my mom to make this costume.
I bet she had to customize that McCall’s pattern no. 8311 somethin’ fierce to get it to fit me.
It’s been a while since I’ve said it, but mom you’ve got to know I love you.
For every stitch and every moment.
Thank you for making me feel right at home on this planet.