- Example:
Walt Disney:
1901 - That was the year that I was born.
1928 - That was the year that I created Mickey Mouse.
1950 - That was the year I produced Treasure Island, my first completely live-action film.
And so on and so forth...
<b>1986</b> - That was the year that we had to get a new Christmas Tree because I apparently crawled underneath it and knocked it over. Oh yeah, it was our first and last live tree. Ever since then, we've used fake trees.
<b>1987</b> - That was the year that I had to start going to daycare, and I cried A LOT. We actually found some papers (like, daily report cards of my activities) in an old drawer. All of them have "teary" circled among the adjectives for my mood of the day.
<b>1988</b> - That was the year that I turned three and my cousins put me in the oven of my sister's toy stove. I don't remember the specifics of why, though I'm sure it was probably "Hey, who can fit in the oven? Let's all take turns!"
<b>1989</b> - That was the year that I started pre-school and would often insist on not eating whatever was offered for lunch. The teachers would have to make a toasted peanut butter sandwich for me, as that's the only thing I'd ever eat (or pizza - and the pizza had to be "red," not "white." Red was just the bread and sauce, white was just the bread and cheese. For some reason, they didn't have an actual pizza that was crust + sauce + cheese.). I never screamed or argued with them about it, I remember being remarkably calm and just saying, "I already told you, I want peanut butter and toast bread." Almost as if it made perfect sense that I could have a peanut butter sandwich while everyone else had to eat string beans or fish sticks or mac and cheese or whatever else we had.
<b>1990</b> - That was the year that I first saw Cecil B. DeMille's <i>The Ten Commandments</i> (1956 version) and it has since become my favourite movie of all time. When I was really young, I always thought that any movies or TV show was an actual event, a historical document (hehe, <i>Galaxy Quest</i>). So I believed that somewhere in the world, baby Moses was on the Nile River, grew up into Charlton Heston, smooched around with Anne Baxter and Yvonne De Carlo, etc. You can imagine my confusion when I later saw <i>The King and I</i> and was wondering why Ramses was singing and dancing with Deborah Kerr.
<b>1991</b> - That was the year that I went to Walt Disney World and threw up twice on the car trip. We did all three parks (Magic Kingdom, EPCOT Center, and Disney-MGM Studios) and Universal Studios. I remember not liking much of EPCOT Center and completely loving Magic Kingdom and Universal Studios. I bawled a lot during Haunted Mansion, but absolutely loved Pirates of the Caribbean. On the road trip home, we stayed at a horrid hotel with a crappy room (309), and since then, whenever we end up at a lousy hotel, we compare its lousiness to 309...and usually 309 is the winner in "Which was lousier?"
<b>1992</b> - That was the year that my grandfather, Cirilo, was sick and in the hospital a lot. We would visit him after school and the adults would always talk with him while us kids would just watch TV and marvel at how we could raise and lower portions of his bed. He died in September and I didn't really understand why everyone was sad as I wasn't really aware of how final death was. I remember they laid out snacks and stuff for us little kids in an adjoining room at the funeral parlor, where we'd play games. Occasionally we'd go to the main room, but it was always loud. I remember it being loud because a lot of the people were talking. The wake was at our house and I remember a lot of relatives spending the night at the house.
<b>1993</b> - That was the year that I began a neverending (although rarely played now) game of "I win!" with Lauren Hayles. It started out as a race to be first in line whenever the recess bell rang, and eventually became a running joke between the two of us, as we'd declare "I win!" to the other at random times.
<b>1994</b> - That was the year that I recorded <i>Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home</i> off the television (ABC was airing it). It was the first Star Trek movie I owned on VHS and while I've been Trekkin' since 1992, I count 1994 as when I became a full-fledged Trekkie (as evidenced by the amount of Star Trek figures, toys, accessories I bought or received as gifts that year, as well as our two visits to the Franklin Institute's Star Trek exhibit). Heck, for Halloween that year I went as Geordi LaForge, visor and all! Whenever we were at a neighbour's house who knew us, I'd always go, "Guess who I am!" and they'd usually say, "I don't know...Spock?" to which I'd reply indignantly, "No, I'm Geordi LaForge! See, I've got the VISOR!"
<b>1995</b> - That was the year that I decided I'd have a crush on Jessica Avery, and subsequently became extremely nervous whenever I was around her for the next six years or so. Heck, even now, during the few and far between times I saw her and her family at church (like, once a year), I could feel myself blush and at a loss for words.
<b>1996</b> - That was the year that I told a dirty joke to relatives while we were visiting the Philippines. I had no idea the joke was dirty, and honestly didn't understand it myself. Dad has it on a home movie tape somewhere, unfortunately.
<b>1997</b> - That was the year that I stopped playing soccer, a choice I really regret as I enjoyed it immensely in 1995 and 1996, but simply didn't want to do it anymore because I was bored at practice and tired of getting dirty whilst playing. Consequently, I think this was the first year Mom started carrying around her Purell bottle, and I eventually began to do the same.
<b>1998</b> - That was the year that I began to keep a semi-regular journal thanks in part to Mr. Bodnar and Mrs. Krueger, my English teachers in 7th and 8th grade. I remember my first Journal had a book cover made of wallpaper. Mark Smith would always try and steal it from me just to write random comments in the margins, or doodle over a doodle I made. One in particular was a random drawing of a ventriloquist dummy with a speech bubble that said "I'm no dummy!" and he wrote "Yes you are" next to it.
<b>1999</b> - That was the year that Jax and I became best friends. We had lockers next to each other and shared homeroom and English class (with Scott and Ally, the four of us were like four musketeers). I still remember our first conversation. I was writing in my red binder, and she asked what it was, and I told her I was writing a soap opera. The two of us would then discuss different soap opera ideas during homeroom and English, and our friendship grew from that and continues to this day.
<b>2000</b> - That was the year that my grandfather, Lolo Pepe, died. It was the first funeral I attended where I actually cried (I was too young to understand in 1992 when my other grandfather, Cirilo, died). I forget how exactly, but for some reason I ended up writing a eulogy that I delivered during the mass, and it was based on some questions I asked him in November 1999 (he was in the hospital for something, and Mom and Dad said "Write his biography, ask him some questions."). It took most of the relatives by surprise, I think.
<b>2001</b> - That was the year that I started developing and writing my novel, and it's since been rewritten and revamped many times because I am never satisfied with it. My latest incarnation of this novel (tentatively titled <u>The Boy in the Rain</u>) was from the December 2007 revamp. I remember I started the novel while on our vacation in California, although those original notes are long lost unfortunately. Before anyone asks, no, I will not post/share any chapters or stories from this novel. It's one of those novels that I write for my own benefit, and not necessarily because I want to see it published (I do have others that I'm writing/developing that I wouldn't mind seeing published one day). A few of the stories are in my Facebook Notes, but I doubt I'll share any more beyond those.
<b>2002</b> - That was the year that I started on WTHS Monthly Rewind. It was my favourite class in Senior Year, even if I kinda slacked off a bit towards the end. I was so excited to do segments on Bible Club and the Concession Stand, and even more excited when I able to film an (in retrospect) extremely cliched soap opera (well, a few scenes in 2002, the bulk were done in 2003).
<b>2003</b> - That was the year that I went to Walt Disney World twice in one year. In April I went for Senior Trip and in June I went with the family. At my high school graduation, someone was videotaping and said, "Albert, you just graduated, what are you going to do next?" and I imitated the cheesy commercials and went "I'm going to Disney World!" Honestly, I don't remember much about the family trip, though I remember a lot from the Senior Trip, such as how I got trapped in Norway on the first day because it was raining and I didn't want to get wet.
<b>2004</b> - That was the year that my favourite movie of all time, <i>The Ten Commandments</i>, came to DVD in a Special Collector's Edition (March 9, 2004) and we got it at Sam's Club on March 21, 2004. We also got The Audrey Hepburn Collection (<i>Roman Holiday</i>, <i>Sabrina</i>, and <i>Breakfast at Tiffany's</i>) that day. Funnily enough, I remember Dad saying that he'll buy the DVDs, but I have to pay him back before I open them. And...well, I opened them but never paid him back. Sorry, Dad! I was so excited to watch the special features for <i>The Ten Commandments</i>, especially the commentary (the first commentary I ever listened to), and was giddy over the trailers. At the time, I loved the 37-minute documentary, but after watching much superior documentaries on other films, I feel that the one for <i>The Ten Commandments</i> is extremely shoddy and far too short. It deserves better treatment, especially for a film of its calibre. Also, I used to be annoyed that I had to change discs at the intermission as I thought the whole point of DVD was so that changing tapes (like I'd always do for VHS, and the VHS didn't break at the intermission, but several scenes before it, and they'd remove the intermission music) would be a thing of the past. Maybe once <i>The Ten Commandments</i> hits Blu-Ray, I'll be able to watch the movie uninterrupted and with a new documentary and additional special features that do the movie justice.
<b>2005</b> - That was the year that I met a variety of memorable people (notables include Rachael "Jennifer" Stevens, Jennifer "Jenny" Lamb, James "Jim" Armstrong, James "Jake" Comley, Joyce Chung, and Jason "Jack Jack" Hurd - lots of J's, and consequently, whenever I didn't feel like wearing my Albert nametag, I was Jacob) via the Walt Disney World College Program. Honestly, 2005 was probably the best year of my life.
<b>2006</b> - That was the year that I met more memorable people via the Walt Disney World College Program, though I think what's most memorable for me was when held a shot of whiskey in my hand for a half hour at Domminick's apartment before I finally had the nerve to drink it.
<b>2007</b> - That was the year that for various reasons I don't wish to go into, I will hate forever.
<b>2008</b> - That was the year that I hung out at Auntie Dhessa's house every day for a month. Gabe and Aryana got married in March that year, and the days before and days after the wedding we had relatives in from California and Germany, so there was always something going on at either Auntie Dhessa's house or Auntie Lenny's house. For about a week and a half before and after the wedding, I'd go over because the cousins were there, and one Friday a few of us (Jhinelle, Cricket, and me) had a craving for White Castle, so we drove up to New Brunswick to get some and pick up Sis to take her home for the weekend. Even after most of the relatives left, I kept going because the doctor said Auntie Bita shouldn't get on a plane yet until her ankle was fully healed (yeah, I probably should've mentioned that she hurt her ankle at the wedding, so she stayed longer than they all planned). I'd head over to the house, watch a movie with Auntie Bita, then Annalise would come home from school, Cricket would come home from the barn, and Auntie Dhessa would come home from work. We'd all have dinner then either watch a movie or play a game, then by 10:30 I'd go home as Mom needed the car to go to work.
<b>2009</b> - That was the year that I got a liver infection and had to stay in the hospital for the first time in my life since birth. There were two different hospital stays (February 20 to 23, then February 28 to March 10) at two different hospitals, and the whole experience is one I really hope I never have to relive. Hopefully something more interesting will happen in the next seven months that could replace "I was sick" as a memorable moment of 2009.
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