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Alma and a Memory
Jan. 7th, 2010 11:56 amFirst, go watch the short film Alma. Won all sorts of awards, way cool, etc.
Second, this reminded me of something I once did as a kid (probably around age 7). My mother was going shopping at J.C. Penney's for clothes, some for me and my younger brother, but mostly for herself. This kind of thing bored me to tears. So, after obtaining a crisp and new set of clothes for me and paying for them, I put them on and put my old clothes in the bag for my mom to carry around.
As she spent some time fussing over my brother, I spotted a manikin platform that wasn't being used. So I stood on it and struck a pose: feet about shoulder-length apart, right foot slightly ahead of the left, my left arm slightly off my left side, and my right arm forward with hand open, as if I were about to shake hands with someone.
And I stood there, stock-still.
During this time, another mother with even younger children came thru, and one kid examined me closely. I winked at the kid, and he kept my secret, grinning ear-to-ear. The shift apparently changed at the cash register, as the woman who'd been in charge there left, and another woman took her place. All the while, I'm still not moving, breathing very slowly and steadily.
Finally, my mother was finished, and she called, "Let's go, Mark". I stepped down and joined my family.
The cashier shrieked.
Second, this reminded me of something I once did as a kid (probably around age 7). My mother was going shopping at J.C. Penney's for clothes, some for me and my younger brother, but mostly for herself. This kind of thing bored me to tears. So, after obtaining a crisp and new set of clothes for me and paying for them, I put them on and put my old clothes in the bag for my mom to carry around.
As she spent some time fussing over my brother, I spotted a manikin platform that wasn't being used. So I stood on it and struck a pose: feet about shoulder-length apart, right foot slightly ahead of the left, my left arm slightly off my left side, and my right arm forward with hand open, as if I were about to shake hands with someone.
And I stood there, stock-still.
During this time, another mother with even younger children came thru, and one kid examined me closely. I winked at the kid, and he kept my secret, grinning ear-to-ear. The shift apparently changed at the cash register, as the woman who'd been in charge there left, and another woman took her place. All the while, I'm still not moving, breathing very slowly and steadily.
Finally, my mother was finished, and she called, "Let's go, Mark". I stepped down and joined my family.
The cashier shrieked.
