March 7, 2004.
Do you remember the day? My parents made sure that I did.
I was dying to see the new movie “Hidalgo” with Viggo Mortensen. I had begged and begged all weekend to no avail. On Sunday afternoon, they gave me a slight glimmer of hope: a maybe. But, as I know now, when thing seem to good to be true, that’s because they are. They ended up saying “no,” and I whined and complained. They replied, “Are you always going to remember today as the day I didn’t get to see ‘Hidalgo’?” And I said, “Yes, I will.”
And I still do.


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