Monday, August 08, 2005

Remembering The Wonder Years

I got this from Lindsey and it reminded me how much I miss my favourite TV show, The Wonder Years. For those of you who never had the chance to follow this heartwarming series, it is about the central character, the adult Kevin, reminscing his younger days in a small suburb in the States. A bittersweet tale of growing up, Kevin narrates his story with tenderness and sense of homour. The dysfunctional family, not-very-bright brother Wayne and sister Karen. The nerd best friend Paul. And the beautiful girl next door, Winnie. We watch them all change over time.

(The closing monologue to the television show, "The Wonder Years")

Once upon a time there was a girl I knew, who lived across the street.
Brown hair, brown eyes.

When she smiled, I smiled.
When she cried, I cried.

Every single thing that ever happened to me that mattered,
in some way had to do with her.

That day Winnie and I promised each other that no matter what, that
we'd always be together. It was a promise full of passion and truth and wisdom.
It was the kind of promise that can only come from the hearts of the very young

The next day Winnie and I came home. Back to where we'd started.
It was the 4th of July in that little suburban town.
Somehow though, things were different. Our past was here, but our future was somewhere else. And we both knew, sooner or later, we had to go.

It was the last July I ever spent in that town.
The next year, after graduation, I was on my way.

So was Paul. He went to Harvard, of course. Studied law.
He's still allergic to everything

As for my father, well... we patched things up.
Hey, we're family. For better or worse.
One for all... and all for one.

Karen's son was born in that September.
I gotta say, I think he looks like me. Poor kid.

Mom, she did well: business woman, board chairman,
grandmother... cooker of mashed potatoes.

The Wayner stayed on in furniture. Wood seemed to suit him.
In fact he took over the factory two years later...
when dad passed away.

Winnie left the next summer to study art history in Paris.

Still we never forgot our promise.

We wrote to each other once a week for the next eight years.

I was there to meet her, when she came home...
...with my wife and my first son, eight months old.

Like I said, things never turn out exactly the way you planned.

Growing up happens in a heartbeat.

One day you're in diapers; next day you're gone.

But the memories of childhood stay with you for the long haul.

I remember a place... a town... a house like a lot of other houses...
A yard like a lot of other yards... on a street like a lot of other streets.

And the thing is... after all these years, I still look back... with wonder.

[Fade to black]


Growing up happens in a heartbeat.

1 Comments:

At 8/08/2005 08:39:00 am, Blogger Kak Teh said...

aah, love this too. He is so cute. I think it was on TV yesterday and I looked up once in a while from my syaer. Its a sweet rite of passage kind of story that most of us can identify with.

 

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