Mom wanted to (politely) argue tonight that we saw this movie when it was freshly new in the movie theaters in 1992 in Las Vegas, NV! I counterargued that we didn't move to Vegas until 1993, since we were in Colorado Springs, CO at the time in 1992 when this wonderful movie was released to theaters.
Besides, I had a HUGE crush on a young woman I had gone to school with at College Park Elementary school during my final year of grade school in 6th grade in Costa Mesa, California at the time (circa Sept 1991 - June 1992) whose name was the same as the main female character. That's why I can remember vividly where we were, and more importantly who I was with when I saw this film. And no, it was NOT (unfortunately for me) the young lady in question. I wish she had been the person I went to see this film with. I wish that had been the case for a variety of reasons. Especially when the person I saw this with my older brother. Not exactly the best movie partner to hang out with.
I remember visiting the young woman once when she lived in Costa Mesa in 1994, and to no one's surprise, she had a SHIT TON of Aladdin-themed little knickknacks on her dresser that span across an entire wall. I also remember asking her "So did you like that movie!?" And again, to nobody's surprise, she nodded excitedly saying "Yes!"
I would've given both of my dad's, and my older brother's, testicles to be able to live in California again, and to maybe have the opportunity to go out with that young woman after she had helped me get through a very difficult time in my life during that school year. I know the possibility of becoming even remotely in a romantic relationship with her was so incredibly small, I still would have liked to explore that remote possibility. Though, I guess I'll never know, will I?
I kick myself often in the ass for letting my family members (the mom, the abusive/alcoholic/drug addict dad, the older brother unit) influence me into making dumb decisions so that they can have their petty lots in their lives. Was it the right choice? Some might argue "Yes, absolutely! You had no right to be any bit selfish, even if you were just developing those feelings!", but I say "You didn't know how narcissist my dad & older brother were!" But let's face it, the reason why was just not worth the years of abuse & assault I suffered, both at home & at school.
To me, she had done more than keeping me on an even keel. She had been capable of being that way for others besides me. That was what really got me to have such a crush on her. I mean, yeah, she was (and I am fairly sure she still is in my mind) awesomely beautiful, but not just on the outside either. She had a most wonderful personality, and when I witnessed her consoling a younger student at the same school, a little girl, I felt she was the spark of humanity I had been waiting to see for a long time up until that point in my life.
Because she helped others the same that she did for me is what I liked especially about her. It wouldn't have mattered to me whether she was rich or poor, or somewhere in between. What mattered to me is what I saw both in her eyes, and in her heart. And that will forever be what is in my memories of that brief time.
