With Valentine’s Day just around the corner, I keep thinking about what my eight-year-old self used to think was the key to love and romance. Eight-year-old Stacey loved to imagine what it would be like to be a teenager in love. Obviously, every single notion of this I had came from the movies.
My all-time favorite movie is Meatballs. It’s classic Bill Murray. But more than that, it is all about coming of age at summer camp, for which I have professed my love all over this blog (see some proof).
My favorite couple in Meatballs is, and always has been, A.L. (the girl) and Wheels (the boy). They are the “hottest couple from last summer,” but alas, they are broken up at the beginning of the movie. Camp gossip is aflutter about whether or not they will get back together (good thing this was pre-Taylor Swift).
Flash forward to one night when they are hanging out in her cabin. She forgot their third anniversary. But he remembered. He came prepared. He pulls out potato chips from a shopping bag and they have a picnic on her bed. And wait for it… they start dancing in the moonlight pouring into the cabin. Here’s the clip:
To this day, cartoon hearts pop out of my eyes every single time I watch this scene. When I was eight years old and saw this for the first time, I was convinced that this was the most romantic thing that could have ever happened. All one needed to live happily ever after was a bag of potato chips.
Maybe my eight year self was onto something. Maybe it is the simplest gestures that end up meaning the most.
And when in doubt… bring potato chips! Because if the movies have taught me anything…
And you? What romantic movie scene did your childhood self think was the penultimate gesture of love?
Wishing you a wonderful Valentine’s Day. I hope it comes with Potato Chips (even if you buy them for yourself).