So nostalgic memories of playing catch with my dad in the backyard, or cheering for the Superbowl are non-existent in my childhood memory lane. What is present, however, is a thorough knowledge of all things Star Trek. By the time I was of 'TV watching-age' (whatever that is) I recall watching old episodes of Star Trek with my dad. They must have been on around 5 pm- as I remember my mom calling us to dinner while the final credits rolled on each episode. As a result of being exposed to Klingons and Romulons from an early age, my brother and I developed an interesting imagination. Much of our play was centered around Star Trek themes.
My parents had a 1984 brown and tan VW Vanagon. The pull-down arm rests and 'special features in the back seat (flip up ask trays and hand-crank windows) were perfect for recreating Star Trek adventures. I distinctly recall commanding (yes, of course I was the captain!) our Starship VW to warp speed ("Warp speed- ENGAGE!" (pause...) Mom, I said ENGAGE!"). Our adventures in the vanagon were always to explore a strange new world (cross country road trips to family in IL), to seek out new life and new civilizations (midwest relatives and CA friends), and to boldly go where no kid has gone before (like In N Out burger or to our family's cabin in Wisconsin!).
The Starship VW
Last night The Incredible Austin and I went with my parents and brother to see the new Star Trek. I liked it. My dad liked. I'm not a movie reviewer (I'll save that for my film-y cousin ) so I'll skip the plot synopsis- but it was fun to remember all those old episodes with my dad, and commanding the Starship VW with my brother across the US all those years ago.
Live long and prosper!