Monday, June 11, 2007
I'm working away, letting iTunes play what it will. Up comes "If This Is It" by Huey Lewis, and I'm pulled back in time. I was twelve years old, listening to the Sports album, my mind buried in the depths of Stephen King's Pet Sematary.
Since I've been reading King's books from age 10 (gasp), I don't think I was very sensitive to horror novels or movies by then. But it must be a little odd that I remember quite so much detail: the dead cat comes back to visit after being buried in a spooky cemetery, and he needs the bits of green garbage bag picked out of his whiskers---the very same garbage bag used to hold his stiffening corpse only the day before.
Perfectly normal to remember, right?