“You’re a pushy little bastard ain’t you? But I like that. I Like that!”

School assembly hall. Seven years old. Excitement, anticipation of hundreds of us gathered together, huddled in the darkness. The projector starts up and it begins. Total silence. Fear, joy, trepidation. The excitement is too much to handle. Reality seemed pale but we brought the fantasy along with us for a while. Practicing the moves. Getting hurt of course. But we didn’t care. We could see ourselves up on that screen and we felt it all; the rejection, the hurt and of course, triumph. Just kids yes. But those moments remain untouchable.