The Adventures of Rocky and Bullwinkle, a feature film version of the cartoon show, came out in 2000. For some reason that I do not remember, I went to see it in theaters with Jerry, Kevin, and Justin. I can't recall if anyone else came with us.
What I do remember is this: it was the worst movie ever to be put on the big screen. I don't remember the plot — I doubt there was one — but I remember the moose-squirrel duo running around, jumping through trees if I'm not mistaken, and doing something to pass the time.
That was one year after the divorce. My parents divorced at the end of 1999, and my mom started dating Jerry. We grew up with Jerry and his kids — we had family vacations together and he was in our ward. So we knew him well and loved him already when they started dating and eventually married. On Halloween of 1999 my mom moved everything into our new house while we were at my dad's house trick-or-treating. So by the time the worst movie of all time came out, we had moved into a new home and adjusted to a new school with new friends.
The year 2000 had other good movies, though. 102 Dalmatians made me beg my mom for a puppy even more often than usual. (I got the 102 Dalmatians game on my Gameboy!) Dinosaur frightened me; I kept closing my eyes in the theater. How the Grinch Stole Christmas was my favorite. I loved all the colors, funny-looking people, and the catchy songs.
I was seven years old that year. I was finishing second grade and starting third. It was also the year that my dad married our next-door neighbor, Jeanmarie — on March 18th — and that day my life changed in bigger ways than I could have imagined. It wasn't my parents' divorce that changed me. It was what followed.
It was the 'turn of the century,' a 'new millennium.' I had survived the Y2K scare that I had been completely unaware of, but my life would still never be the same.
And so it goes.
Love, Me
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