Nothing emulates “childhood” like a mother saying, “You better be in the house when those street lights come on. I know that.” This was the point in life which brought the first real friendships, the infatuation with summer, the countless sleepovers and even a few scraped knees in the process to validate things. Life was simple in hindsight, and staying out past curfew or walking to the corner store by yourself felt like the most “grown up” thing a kid could do.
Like everything else, those days eventually pass and scraped knees morph into student loan payments and sleepovers take the form of working overtime. Yep, with freedom comes responsibility and we’re all reminded of that everyday as an adult. Still, the memories mean everything. Time machines have yet to be invented making the power of scrapbooks, or in this case movies, our own portals to the past. As we all get older year after year, so do the people, places and things we left in our youth.
Eighteen years ago today The Sandlot was released, teaching us about life and how dope true friendship really is in the process.