“The Color of Friendship”
Every February as a child I would constantly check Disney Channel in anticipation of the movie “The Color of Friendship” being played in honor of Black History month. I was always interested in my culture and as a little black girl, especially in a time and neighborhood where encounters with white people were still few and out of the ordinary, it was always interesting to watch such a close interaction between the two on TV. It featured two little girls, one black (Piper) and the other white (Mahree). Mahree travels from South Africa to live with Piper and her family in the U.S. through a student exchange program and they both get more from it than expected. In spite of their differences, together they discover the true meaning of friendship. Many Disney movies tend to have a lesson learned at the end and this lesson always warmed my heart.
“The Even Stevens Movie”
This wacky and often irreverent movie, much like the rest of Shia LaBeouf’s acting career, has always been grounds for comedic discussion and laughter in my household. My siblings and I had logged in so many hours of watching it, we even convinced our parents to join in on all of the fun and watch it with us a few times. The corny one-liners and inside jokes my sister and coined while watching the movie still crack us up to this day (more than we’d like to admit, nowadays). The plot of the Stevens family taking a dream vacation that goes terribly wrong made it a staple to watch on our own family vacations, perhaps secretly wishing we could partake in all of the shenanigans and delirious plot holes the Stevens family were forced to endure. “The Even Stevens Movie” is a memento of my childhood worth revisiting from time to time, if only for the campy acting and nostalgia.
“Luck of the Irish”
Like so many treasured childhood memories involving movies, the quality of the content was not what’s important. “Luck of the Irish” is a subpar film, but watching the movie as a kid is an event that has stuck with me all these years. My parents were away for the weekend, which meant my grandparents were in town watching me and my two sisters. Needless to say, we felt a fantastic surge of freedom as soon as they left. Also, that weekend happened to have a huge storm system passing over, which meant that outside there was rain and lightning and thunder. But we were warm inside as we ordered pizza, and watched “Luck of the Irish” as the storm raged outside. To this day, it’s one of the memories I default to when people ask about favorite childhood memories.