Stephanie Morrill

Time as as child

12 November 2009

So, it’s obvious to me that as a child, I had no concept of time.

I rented Anne of Green Gables, the one with Megan Fellows and Colleen Dewhurst. It was one of my favorite movies as a girl, but I also needed it for the book I’m working on now. I’m guessing I last watched it was when I was 8 or so. I remember watching it a lot with my mom.

As I put in the DVD, Ben said, “How long is this?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “Can’t be too long. I used to watch this all the time as a kid.”

And then three hours later when it was still going on, I’m like, “Okay, how much more is there?” (For the record, it wasn’t because I was bored, but because it was 11:15, and I was about to doze off on the couch.)

This morning I discovered there was only another 20ish minutes left. McKenna and I watched it, and we both bawled like crazy when Matthew died. (I cried because it’s sad; McKenna cried because Anne was crying, and then she turned and saw me crying.)

I can’t believe how often I used to watch that movie as a kid. It’s so long! Watching it made me miss childhood a little bit. When you didn’t care how long a movie was, because you didn’t have anything else you needed to be doing anyway. Not like last night when I was popping it in thinking, “I need to watch this for my manuscript, but it’d probably be better if I finally mopped the floors, and ironed the laundry, and e-mailed back so-and-so.”

I also have Anne of Green Gables: The Sequel sitting on my shelf. That might have to wait until next week.

Happy Thursday, everyone!

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