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Nineteen-sixty-eight...

I was twelve years old.

A lot happened that year.

Dennis McLain won
thirty-one games...

The Mod Squad" hit the air...

And I graduated from
Hillcrest Elementary,

and entered junior high school.

But we'll get to that.

 

There's no pretty way to put this...

I grew up in the suburbs.

I guess most people
think of the suburbs...

As a place with all the
disadvantages of the city...

And none of
the advantages of the country.

And vice versa.

 

But, in a way...

Those really were the wonder
years for us there in the suburbs.

It was kind of a golden
age for kids.

 

There, that's me -
Kevin Arnold, 1968.

The summer before
junior high school.

 

Hike!

 

And I don't mind saying
I was a pretty fair little athlete.

 

It was a pretty hard pass.

Well, uh...yeah

I think it had sort of
a reverse-spin on it...

Come on Kevin, stop gabbing
with your girlfriend

 

She's not my girlfriend!

This was true. Winnie Cooper
was not my girlfriend.

When we were very little...

We used to go down to Harper's
Woods and catch fireflies.

But we really hadn't hung out at
all together since we were about nine

Uh-oh, think
girlfriend's mad at you.

Maybe you'd better go
give her a big French kiss.

Shut up, Wayne!

Hey girls, come on over here.

Kevin's gonna show you
what a French kiss is! Hah-hah.

Buttface.

What did you say?
/Nothing.

 

This is the way most of
my conversations

with my brother Wayne ended.

Apparently he just deeply regretted
the fact that I had been born,

and he wanted me
to feel the same way.

Come on Wayne, let him up!

 

I'm sorry Paul,
this is a family matter.

That was my best friend,
Paul Pfeiffer.

Paul was allergic to everything.

Wayne used to say he was
even allergic to his own snot.

Wayne was really a funny guy.

 

Hey Wayne! Knock it off
Before I do the same thing to you!

 

Winnie's brother, Brian Cooper.

He was nineteen and for us
he defined "cool".

He had this really great...
'59 El Camino

didn't run of course - but he was
always out there workin' on it...

Sweaty, grease all over his hands...

What a guy.

 

That June he got drafted
and packed off to Vietnam.

But his car was
still out front, up on blocks...

As kind of a reminder of who
really ran things on our street.

 

Mom, can Paul stay for dinner?!

Sure, if his mom knows.

What are you having?
/What are we having?!

Meat loaf.

 

I'm allergic to it.

 

What else?!

 

Salad.

 

and more heavy fighting
in the Mekong delta today.

Marines and South
Vietnamese troops...

Occupied and then destroyed
Several guerrilla strongholds.

Casualties were heavy on both sides
/When's Dad coming home?

Any minute.

And between the traffic
and his job he's liable...

To be very tense
so let's not make him crazy.

He's always tense.

That's true. He's always tense
but he's not crazy yet.

So let's try to maintain
that sense of equilibrium.

 

Hi hon. How's traffic?
/Traffic's traffic.

 

Dad had a Spartan
sense of language.

 

Karen, honey...

You said you were gonna come
home early and help me with dinner.

Peace Mom, OK?

Peace is fine, but you said you
were gonna help me with dinner.

You have so much
bad karma in your life,

you know that Mom?
I'd be careful if I were you.

Thank you, I'll keep an eye out.

 

In the meantime...

When your father gets back...
try not to make him crazy.

 

Hi, Paul.

 

Dad always said "hi" to our friends...

But it was like he had this
understanding with the family...

He worked hard for us,
he provided for us,

and he certainly didn't want To
have to talk to us on top of that.

My approach was to not make
any sudden moves or sounds...

Until he'd finished that
first vodka tonic,

and hope that nobody else...

Did anything that might upset
him too much before then.

I'm gonna get some
birth-control pills.

I thought you should know.

 

I didn't hear what I just heard!

 

And that's pretty much
how that summer went.

 

I guess it was my last summer of
pure unadulterated childhood.

 

"I've looked at life..."

"From both sides now"

"Been up and down
and still somehow"

"It's life's illusions I recall"

"I really don't know life..."

 

"At all"

 

This was it.
The last night of summer.

Holy cow!

Try not to drool on it, OK?

If Karen finds out I have this
she'll kill me.

 

Paul, your mother called.

She wants you to
come home right away.

OK.

 

Well, I guess
I'll see you at bus-stop.

Yeah...

 

Last night I had a dream that...

when I got to school
I realized I had no clothes on.

If you're naked when you
get to the bus-stop, I'll tell ya.

Thanks.

 

Do you know what
you're gonna wear?

Paul, I have No idea.

 

Actually, I'd been planning
My wardrobe for about six weeks.

 

You're not gonna wear
that to school are you?

No, Mom, I got a job
as a male model.

 

Don't worry about it, you look fine.

 

Let me see our class
schedule one more time.

No!

He was gonna have to
get a grip on himself.

This was the junior high bus stop.

And if we were gonna hold
our own with the older kids,

we were gonna have to act mature.

 

We seemed to have something
of a height disadvantage,

so we did out best to fit in.

Hooth that?

 

What an incredible stroke of luck...

A new kid...

a helpless waif who would be
even more lost Than we were.

A helpless waif...

In fishnet tights,
and gogo boots!

Hi Kevin. Hi Paul.

 

Winnie Cooper?

 

Gwendolyn.

I don't want to be called
Winnie anymore.

My real name is Gwendolyn.

Well, there was no question now.

We were entering
uncharted territory.

Even the familiar Was cloaked
in the vestments of the devil.

Junior high school...
Was a whole new ball of wax.

 

Like about half the schools
in the country that year,

my school was being renamed
Robert F. Kennedy Junior High.

 

As we approached
Those doors for the first time...

We felt we were approaching
the portals of manhood.

 

Homeroom.

I sat between Eric Antonio
and Gail Aslanian.

They had met on the bus, and
had taken a liking to each other.

 

I love you.

I love you, too.

 

And...I love you both...

But I'm having a little
trouble breathing here.

I was about to have
my first sexual experience,

and I wasn't even
one of the principle players.

 

Kevin Arnold.

 

You're Wayne's brother,
aren't you?

 

Well...

 

Well according to my mother,
yes. But, my own theory is...

You've got a tough row
to hoe, young man...

 

A tough row to hoe.

 

Yes.

 

The first major accessory
of adulthood...

Our own lockers.

I couldn't believe my good fortune.

Two lockers down from mine
was Debbie Ackerman...

One of the prime knockouts
Of the seventh grade.

 

There was only one problem.

 

Charles Manson
had the locker between us.

A seventh-grader with a beard?

This wasn't junior high school,
it was a freak show.

I hoped none of the girls
would have beards.

What's you locker combination?

 

Well, I, uh...
I appreciate your asking

but...actually they told us we're
not supposed to tell anyone else

 

Here ya go.

 

If anyone finds out about these...
and I know who told 'em...

 

Who?

It was my only shot.
I felt maybe I could trick him...

 

You...You!
That's who!

 

Oh, right.

 

You have your greasers...

 

And in those days, of course...
You had your hippies.

 

And, in fact, in junior high school...

Who you are is defined less
by who you are...

Than by who's the person
sitting next to you.

 

A sobering thought.

 

Try to look like you're having fun.

 

Hi! Do you guys
mind if I sit with you?

 

Sure, Winnie.

 

We were on our way.
Our group was forming.

And Winnie - I mean, Gwendolyn
Was not chopped liver.

Who knows...Maybe we even
had an outside chance to become..

The cool seventh-grade group

If we could just remain
inconspicuous...

Until we picked up
a few more members.

Hey Steve...

 

It looks like my baby brother And
his girlfriend have found each other.

 

She's not my girlfriend.

He thinks you are so...cute!

I don't think she's cute.

He wants to give you a big...

Wet...Kiss.

 

He told me.

 

You liar!
I never said that!

I don't want to kiss her!
I don't even like her!

 

Young man!

 

What does that sign say?

 

You take that apple Through that
door and you're asking for detention.

 

Young man!

 

I think we have a problem.

 

He was right -
there was a problem.

Oh, yeah. The apple.
/That's right. The apple.

You wanted it...
Inside the cafeteria.

That's right.

And now it's outside the cafeteria.
/That's right.

conversation was getting stale.

I asked myself
"Now, what would a guy..."

"Like Brian Cooper do
in this situation?"

 

If you want, I could...

 

Get that.

 

Well, Kevin, perhaps
we should start by asking you...

To explain what in God's name
moved you to do what you did.

I wanted to tell them
that Wayne embarrassed me...

That the other kids were laughing,

that Mr. Diperna had played
power games with me...

That Winnie had seen
the whole thing and

that she'd been wearing
pink fishnets and gogo boots.

I dunno.

 

"I dunno"? That's all you
have to say? "I dunno"?

Kevin...

 

The question is,

what did you hope to achieve by
throwing an apple...into a cafeteria?

 

No butthead,

the question is why do you have
a brain the size of a baby pea?

Kevin!

 

Mr. Diperna just
asked you a question.

What did you hope to achieve by
throwing that apple into the cafeteria?

World peace.

 

Kevin!

 

Nothing.

Well, Kevin, that's exactly
what you did achieve - nothing.

 

Now, I'm going to let you go...
without any further punishment.

 

But I want you to know...
that I'll be keeping my eye on you.

 

Do you understand that?

 

Kevin!
Do you understand that?

 

Yes.

 

I'd like to take him home now.

 

In my twelve and a half years,
my father had never struck me.

But he'd given
Wayne a beating. Twice...

And I recognized that
glazed look in his eyes.

 

Besides, maybe I deserved it.

 

There really is no good excuse for
hurling food around the cafeteria.

He probably figured that
if he laid down the law now...

I'd stay in line.
And he was probably right.

Anyway, I could take the pain.

I decided I'd just shut my eyes,
and imagine it was Wayne.

 

Come on. Inside.

 

And then it happened...

I think we were about halfway
to the front porch.

 

Brian Cooper was killed.

 

Oh, my God...

 

When did they find out?

 

I'm gonna go call Evelyn, and
see if there's anything I can do.

Oh my God, poor Evelyn...
Poor Jim.

 

That night I decided to go for a walk.
The days were still long and

back then Kids could still
go for walks at dusk

without the fear of ending up
on a milk carton.

 

I went down to the big
climbing tree in Harper's Woods.

I didn't admit it to myself
until years later...

But in my mind was the shadow of
a thought that Winnie might be there.

 

She was sort of hugging herself,
and rocking slowly back and forth.

There was a bit of a chill in the air
and she didn't have a sweater.

For a minute I was scared
to approach her.

 

I didn't know what to say.

I had the strangest feeling.

 

It was impossible for me
to believe - Brian was dead.

 

I'm sorry.

 

About Brian.

 

And I'm sorry...
about what I said today.

 

It wasn't true.

I know.

 

"When a man loves a woman"

"He can't keep
his mind on nothin' else"

"He'd change the world"
/It was the first kiss for both of us.

We never really talked
about it afterward.

But I think about the events of
that day again and again...

And somehow I know
that Winnie does too,

whenever some blowhard

starts talking about
the anonymity of the suburbs,

or the mindlessness
of the TV-generation.

Because we know that inside
each one of those identical boxes...

With its Dodge parked out front,
and its white bread on the table,

and its TV set glowing blue
in the falling dusk...

There were people with stories,

there were families bound together
in the pain and the struggle of love.

There were moments that
made us cry with laughter,

and there were moments,
like that one, of sorrow and wonder.