The precise year escapes me. It was either 1988 or 1989 when I was about fourteen years old and very close to Christmas (possibly Christmas Eve).
I fell asleep on the couch early in the evening. When I awoke, everyone else was already in bed for the night. I turned on the tv and zipped the clicker back and forth searching for something to watch.
Something caught my eye. A very interesting sight on cable tv. It looked Christmasy to me, so I settled on it.
I quickly realized, this movie was amazing. What on earth was I watching? Where did it come from? Why had I never seen it before? This boy they call "Ralphie" looks just like my dad when he was a kid. My mind was completely mesmerized. My eyes were glued to the tv and I was filled with an overwhelming happiness.
A few minutes passed when my ears heard the sound of cheerful music. I looked at the screen and there it was again, in all it's glory! I didn't know why, or how and I didn't care.
What did I do next? I went into the kitchen, heated up four chocolate Pop-Tarts and poured myself a big glass of milk. I sat right back down on my cozy couch, ate my chocolatey snack and watched this life altering movie until I fell asleep.
It seems small, this memory. But oh how big it is! Little did I know, a life long tradition was born that cozy winter night.
And to this very day, no matter what month it is, when I eat a chocolate Pop-Tart, I always think of "A Christmas Story".