Good Monday, Persephoneers! I sincerely hope that this week is off to a good start. Yesterday, thanks to the Internet (and more specifically, a giveaway promotion), my family experienced the opera for the first time.
We took in a performance of
Amahl and the Night Visitors. It was a lovely performance, and it lasted only one hour, which is just the right amount of opera for a four-year-old and a seven-year-old. Ever since, the children have been attempting to “sing opera,” which then devolves into a yodeling contest.
ANYWAY. Our family activity got me thinking about first performances: what shows, performances, and exhibits did you get to experience as a young child, and what impression did they make on you??
As always, feel free to hijack this open thread and use it for your own purposes.
Commencing hijacking sequence……
This year, instead of buying people a bunch of crap they don’t want, I decided to buy myself something. So, I bought myself a google nexus 7 tablet AND IT’S AWESOME. I am appreciating this 1000000x more than anyone ever appreciated anything I bought for them. My friend taught me how to torrent books from the internet so I decided I needed an e-reader. This thing…..it has changed my life. I may never need social interaction again. I can just sit in my blanket fort and steal books from the internet. Next step in my plan: acquire cats, lots and lots of cats.
The first movie I remember seeing in the theater was Star Wars. I was born a year after it came out, but my grandparents had a small-town movie theater and I saw it there when I was 3 or 4. I’m still a huge Star Wars geek.
I don’t think I saw a play until the summer before I started high school when I went to the melodrama at the civic theater. I wound up practically living there for the next four years and went on to major in theater in college, which is what eventually got me to NYC.
I loved The Nutcracker when I was a kid. I think my mom got sick of taking me to see it!
I remember seeing the Nutcracker and Peter Pan when I was very young. I mostly remember crying because Tinkerbell was dead and then getting laughed at by my fellow classmates (this occurred on a school field trip).
I was a sensitive soul back then.