I am in Corpus Christi for a few days, visiting Ryan. If you have not heard of it, Corpus is a town on the Gulf Coast of Texas, and also, it's the town where my mother grew up. Most of my extended family lives here, and my dearest childhood memories take place here.
Growing up, my closest friends were my cousins who lived in Corpus. My mom would return to her hometown several times a year to see her siblings. Meanwhile I would get to reunite with their children, my best friends. I remember having a lot of freedom as children there. Our parents would be catching up, laughing and having a good time, so we were free to do whatever. We ran very wild and were very inventive and imaginative when all together. We had our world. It involved a three hour journey for me to get to them, and a very sad three hour journey leaving them, going back home.
Tonight something wonderful happened. Ryan and I went to see the movie "Bridge to Terabithia". We found the perfect seats, sat down and waited for the previews to begin. Just before the theater darkened, two people walked in the row before us. I could not believe, one of them was a cousin close in age to me. In fact, he was one I was closest to. I tapped him on the shoulder and we looked at each other in disbelief. How appropriate can you get? We ran into each other at this movie, which is a fantasy movie addressing childhood and imagination, needing and loving your friends, and sharing irreplacable time together. It is something probably everyone can relate to, but how many people run into that special friend, in another city, years later, watching a movie that brings it all back?!
It feels like complete magic. Just like the movie. Just like the past.
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