Twelve

Twelve months in a year. Twelve days of Christmas. Twelve swords of power. Twelve signs of the zodiac. Twelve labors of Hercules. Twelve angry men.

Twelve is a magical number.  I was 12 when I first entered the hobby that I’m still writing about nearly 30 years later.  Looking at the topics that occupy my brain, many of them began their significance when I was 12 years old, from RPGs to music to comic books to movies.

The first two comic books I collected started in 1982, and I began picking up issues with some regularity about a year into their run.  G.I. Joe and Firestorm, products of their age certainly.  But to a 12-year-old, the technical stuff in G.I. Joe (which was a little more serious, and a little more grounded in reality than the cartoon) was great for a developing nerd like myself.  And Firestorm?  That guy could manipulate atoms – so he was always figuring out stuff based on the periodic table.  He had superpowers, but used science to win fights.

The first song I remember recording from the radio and listening to over and over again was Solsbury Hill from Peter Gabriel.  I enjoyed music previously, of course, but this was the first song that I had found, not something that was turned up by a parent in the car or from an uncle’s 8-track collection.  While the Peter Gabriel song had been released in the late 70s, it hit again in 1983 thanks to a re-release and a live version.

I remember seeing movies before 1983, of course, but I have clear memories of waiting in line to see Return of the Jedi, the culmination of 6-years of Star Wars mania from my childhood.  I definitely remember the ad campaign for the first James Bond movie I saw in theatres – Octopussy.  I remember watching the last episode of M*A*S*H. 

My eldest daughter turns 12 today, and as I sit in my nostalgia-tinted world writing about 30-year passions and hobbies, I wonder what activities and interests will still occupy her thoughts in 30-years.  Will she remember meeting Jeff Smith and getting an autograph?  Will she remember seeing the Avengers in theatres?  Am I helping to nurture future passions, or are these interests that take root without any parental participation?  And is the fact that she’s turning 12 in part fueling the nostalgia that I’ve been experiencing and writing about?  Am I reflecting about my childhood as I see the world through her eyes?  Regardless, I hope that she gets as much enjoyment out of her hobbies and interests as I’ve had over the years, and I look forward to reading her blog in 2042 – or at least downloading it directly into my regenertated cyborg brain.

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