My first memory begins with popcorn. I’m sitting in the back seat of a station wagon and there, lodged between the passenger’s seat and the middle armrest, is a kernel of popcorn. We’re at the drive-in watching a movie and I’m four-years-old. I know this not because I remembered my age, but because the drive-in was showing The Last Starfighter.
As far as memories go, outside of the fact that this is my first one, it’s not particularly interesting. Everyone has a first memory, people remember seeing movies, the connection makes sense. However, it becomes curious when you fast-forward to today. I write about movies for a living. Specifically, on Gizmodo, I write about science fiction movies for a living.
It seems very coincidental that my very first memory is watching a science fiction movie, something so intrinsically linked to the person I am today almost 40 years later. I guess movies have been my passion for as long as I can remember, literally.
That got me wondering, is it possible this memory made me who I am? Or did who I am dictate the memory?
To be upfront, I don’t have answers to those questions but they’re fascinating to think about nonetheless. Most likely, this is just the first thing I remember, there’s no deeper meaning and it’s a coincidence. On the other hand, it seems plausible my mind remembers that back seat at the drive-in because I continued to go to the drive-in and other movie theatres to see movies throughout my life.
It’s a happy place and, therefore, a happy memory. Less plausible, but still possible, is somehow this moment imprinted on me and ever since, I’ve been trying to recreate and live in it, hence my life choices.
One clue towards all of this could be the fact this memory wasn’t always 100 per cent clear. When I first started telling that story I would say the movie at the drive-in was E.T. The Extra-Terrestrial. E.T. just makes it a better story because that’s such a formative and popular movie. The truth, though, is I just remembered looking up at the screen, seeing stars and something big, grey, and circular moving through a dark space.
It seemed possible that was the moon E.T. and Elliott fly past but the maths didn’t work out. I was born in 1980, E.T. was released in 1982 and two seems a little early to have such a clear, distinct memory. Later, somehow, I realised I was remembering a Gunstar ship from The Last Starfighter, and the timing of that movie made way more sense.
I interpret that as my mind trying to mould the memory into something else. Trying to give it a logical origin. Which seems to suggest it’s malleable and that, maybe, I was shaping the memory more than it was shaping me. Plus, if the memory did shape me, how far could that go? If my first memory was at a concert, would I be a music writer? If I was at a stadium, would I be a sports writer? It seems a little silly to think fate factors in here.
Basically, I don’t know what, if anything, any of this means, but here’s my guess. My mum tells me I watched Star Wars at two. I don’t remember that but it makes it seem clear a love of movies began at an early age. Then, this trip to the drive-in happened as my mind was beginning to store memories and it, along with everything else, kind of pushed me to this point.
Popcorn, drive-ins and The Last Starfighter are just small, crucial building blocks of what I became today. But really, what do I know? I just write about movies for a living.