Thirty years ago, when I was seven years old, several very important things happened tome that changed my life. They involved two high-profile Stevens, a pen and paper, my fighting parents and an “escape” visit to the local flea pit cinema to watch a gentle, big-eyed alien melt my heart.
Around the same time “E.T. – The Extra-Terrestrial” came out in theaters in 1982 – spreading its wonderful, timeless, fairytale messages to the world of childish innocence and the intense, emotional bond of a magical friendship – I had started understanding just how much I loved stories.
Thinking about this month being “E.T’s” 30th anniversary jogged memories of the first time I watched it and how, as a young boy of a similar age to Elliott (Henry Thomas) in the film, I desperately wanted a special friend from another world to come and save me.