|Our electronic magic-maker.|
It was time.
1982. Our (then) family consisted of three boys ages 4, 3 and 1.
We finally purchased our first VCR.
We had hesitated a long time to get one.
After all, the first unit came out in 1976.
Husby had delayed until the prices came down and the ‘bells and whistles’ increased.
Finally, when a unit was introduced featuring a remote, he could wait no longer.
Okay, yes, the remote was attached to the unit by a long cord. But still . . .
Now on to my real story . . .
We purchased our VCR at Smith’s Electric in Lethbridge, Alberta.
But that isn’t the most important part of this story.
What is most important was found in a little cardboard box at the back of the tidy Smith’s store. A selection of pre-recorded VHS tapes.
Available to be borrowed by the lucky new owners of the store’s electronic marvels.
One of those tapes was Disney’s The Black Hole.
A great, rather dark, space adventure featuring rogue captains, murderous robots, missing spaceships, a vegetative crew, a beautiful mind-reading heroine and, interestingly, a Black Hole.
I won’t tell you how many times we borrowed that tape.
Let me put it in another way.
My four-year old (now 40-year-old) watched it so many times, I had the entire thing memorized. Including pre and post advertisements.
How do I know this?
A few days ago, our family thought it would be fun to watch, for old time’s sake, The Black Hole.
And I could still quote the entire thing.
The. Entire. Thing.
With sound effects and pauses for theatrical emphasis.
Now if I could just remember where I put my wretched car keys . . .
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