I came across this monlogue online again by accident. This was the monlogue I chose for myself during my Acting and Directing module back in film school. It was something so close to the heart, a small piece of what I considered the best American family drama ever...'The Wonder Years'. Throughout six seasons, we see how Kevin Arnold grows up in front of our eyes, along with his beloved Winnie. And this was a piece from the very last episode...the episode which made me blinking away in tears.
From The Wonder Years
Adult Kevin/Narrator (voice over): Once upon a time there was a girl I knew, who lived across the street. Brown hair, brown eyes. When she smiled, I smiled. When she cried, I cried. Every single thing that ever happened to me that mattered, in some way had to do with her. That day Winnie and I promised each other that no matter what, that we'd always be together. It was a promise full of passion and truth and wisdom. It was the kind of promise that can only come from the hearts of the very young.
The next day Winnie and I came home. Back to where we'd started. It was the 4th of July in that little suburban town. Somehow though, things were different. Our past was here, but our future was somewhere else. And we both knew, sooner or later, we had to go. It was the last July I ever spent in that town. The next year, after graduation, I was on my way.
So was Paul. He went to Harvard, of course. Studied law. He's still allergic to everything.
As for my father...well...we patched things up. Hey, we were family. For better or worse. One for all...and all for one.
Karen's son was born in that September. I gotta say, I think he looks like me. Poor kid. Mom, she did well: business woman, board chairman, grandmother...cooker of mashed potatoes. The Wayner stayed on in furniture. Wood seemed to suit him. In fact he took over the factory two years later....when dad passed away. Winnie left the next summer to study art history in Paris.
Still we never forgot our promise. We wrote to each other once a week for the next eight years. I was there to meet her, when she came home, with my wife and my first son, eight months old. Like I said, things never turn out exactly the way you planned.
Growing up happens in a heartbeat. One day you're in diapers; next day you're gone. But the memories of childhood stay with you for the long haul. I remember a place...a town...a house like a lot of other houses... A yard like a lot of other yards...on a street like a lot of other streets. And the thing is...after all these years, I still look back...with wonder.
[Fade to black]
thought out by marianah at 6:41 PM
I'm sick . . .
And he doesn't even call . . .
"Maybe you might have
some advice to give...
on how to be insensitive." -jann arden
thought out by marianah at 8:17 AM
I lost count of days, and dates. Even time.
I don't even know what time is it now.
Definitely not Tiger Time...lame...hah
Its been a while since I've heard from my Sarip gang, Fuz, Nash and Hanie.
Jamal? Forget it. Hatta? I doubt so.
Hope they're all well.
Oh, except for Fad of course. She occasionally calls me up to do some girly bitching I dearly miss. Thanks Faddy! Love ya.
Hafez came down to take over the tape dubbing job, and we had a nice talk after a long while. He told me something sad...something unexpected..something I wouldn't post up here. My boy wonder, if you're reading this, please settle 'it' soon. It makes me sad. Really sad.
Oh, and he gave me a phone! Well, it's not a brand new one, but it still works. And it's a Nokia, well, not a new Nokia, but a Nokia nevertheless. I miss a phone with a battery that can last at least a day! So people, call me call me. :P
Oops, it's Fad calling...on my Nokia phone...for some bitching I hope..hehe
thought out by marianah at 2:31 AM
I planned to go on a trip with Imran in July, but I thought I'd ask the girls along. I miss them.
And I would runaway,
I would runaway..
I would runaway,
I would runaway with you. -the corrs
thought out by marianah at 5:34 PM