The holiday season is upon us, which means my annual viewing of 'A Christmas Story' and all the memories that accompany it. Although I was born in LA and the decade was much later, I spent 4 years in rural Pennsylvania, from the age of 8-12. We lived in a very small town, in which I'd walk to school through cornfields, pull a wagon filled with newspapers on a paper route, and of course, play in the snow at Christmas time.
Many of the scenes and scenarios portrayed in the movie are reminiscent of my own childhood (although I never accepted a triple-dog-dare at the frozen volleyball post) and it always brings a sense of longing and nostalgia for 'a simpler time'. Heck, I even got to have my picture taken with a disgruntled Santa Claus.
(Psycho Santa, Qu'est-ce que c'est? Fa la la la, la la. Fa la la la, la la.)
