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My parents took us to see all of the Indiana Jones movies when we were kids. Growing up, movies were a special occasion kind of thing and I have very fond memories of all of the biggies: Star Wars, E.T., Rocky, and of course, Indiana Jones. Just hearing the opening notes of the Indy theme song brings back that visceral excitement.
My son has a theatrical side and a very, very vivid and focused imagination. For months, he has been play-acting Indiana Jones. He is reading the trilogy, assembling LEGO scene sets, swinging on ropes, and even declaring that he wants to be an archaeologist when he grows up.
I started gathering pieces for his Indy costume more than a month ago. I found all of the right pieces among hunts at the local thrift store, military surplus store, and the Lucas Films website for the authentic fedora. My friend Wendy went so far as to buy him a real bull whip on a shore excursion in Mexico last week, but cruise security confiscated the whip and declared it a weapon. Bummer.
He was absolutely thrilled when I presented him with the outfit. He was glad that his army messenger bag was just right for holding his glasses, because, after all you know, "Dr. Jones needs his glasses when he reads and teaches."
At the theater, he cracked his whip (thrift store braided leather belt, with an electrical tape-wrapped handle), hurdled boulders, and posed for pictures for adoring movie goers. Without a shy bone in this kid's body, he loved the attention.
We waited in line for popcorn and he watch the ginormous Jumbo-Tron preview screen above the concession stand. Watching his wide-eyed wonder with his mouth gaping open, I just had to take in all of his excitement, all of his anticipation, and all of his sweet, sweet imaginative, adventurous, enthusiasm for life.
I have read that every boy needs a dragon to slay, a maiden to rescue, and an adventure to unfold. Thank you Indiana Jones for bringing us all back.