I had just gotten out of school a couple of hours before; idly, I had been surfing the channels. Already I had taken in a showing of GI Joe on WGN TV; locally, WGN was known in NC as “the Chicago channel” because of the area it served. At that age, Chicago seemed like a foreign country, some mysterious landscape that I could only view from a distance but never visit.
I had no idea how much my life would change in the resulting years, but I digress as always.
After watching the credits to GI Joe, a few commercials aired and the opening music to Transformers started to play. With a shrug, I watched. I didn’t expect much, really, as I wasn’t a fan at that point.
By the end of the first episode, that changed. Boy, did that ever change.
Thirty five years later, here I am: a first generation Transformers fan, married to another first generation Transformers fan who happens to be a Prime. I’ve attended Transformer conventions. I’ve met voice actors. I’ve started conversations with people I barely know because we were both fans. Truthfully, I never thought that cartoon would be such an influence on my life. It doesn’t seem possible. But the effect it had on me was undeniable.
Which is why I’m going to start posting my thoughts about Transformers here on Tuesdays: it’s Thirty Five Years, Thirty Five Thoughts. It’ll range from the silly to the sublime, if you will. It’ll be random thoughts about conventions, thoughts on characters, things that happened to me as a fan that helped to make me who I am today. So look for it, starting next Tuesday. Hope to see you then!