When I was a kid, not long after my parents' divorce, I lived with my mom in a big apartment complex in North Carolina. I was having a rough time in school. Weird kids always stick out and I was no exception. I was introverted but loud, socially awkward but a perpetual new kid. In the last years of my parents' marriage I'd become an avid Star Trek: TNG fan and in the years following their divorce that didn't change. I was obsessed with space, astronauts, astronaut ice cream and Trek.
And that's why, in the early 90s, when my mom found out about an upcoming lunar eclipse she helped me stay up all night long to watch it. I couldn't hang and kept conking out. But my mom stayed up. Armed with two rolls of slow speed film and a Vietnam-era Fujica, my mom camped out on our balcony documenting the eclipse for her daughter.
Days later, she developed the film and I took it to my class for Show & Tell. I knew at the time that I was doing stuff other kids didn't do--for a previous Show & Tell, I took fossils I'd spent the summer collecting with my dad--but that was ok with me. It still is. I wish I still had those pictures. I'll bet my mom still does.
Anyway, I'll be outside tonight snapping crappy pictures of the eclipse with my iphone.
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