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1989 – The year I was reborn.

“Stories are how we think. They are how we make meaning of life. Call them Schemas, scripts, cognitive maps, mental models, metaphors, or narratives. Stories are how we explain how things work, how we make decisions, how we justify our decisions, how we persuade others, how we understand our place in the world, create our identities, and define and teach social values.”
– Dr. Pamela Rutledge, Director, Media Psychology Research Center

The year was 1989, I was 6 years old, I seem to recall it was rainy that day but I could be wrong perhaps it’s just how I remember it. On this day, I watched my first film (that I remember) in the theatre. The film in question was of course Tim Burton’s 1989 interpretation of DC comic super hero “Batman”

I don’t remember much about being in the theatre oddly enough, but I remember the feeling I had when I got out of the theatre. Being so mesmerized by the violent glamour of a Hollywood film, the energy surged through my veins. I was so immersed in the idea behind the dark caped crusader who battled evil while the rest of the general population slept in their nice cozy beds. I wanted to be Batman, I wanted to turn myself into a force of good, and make a difference in this world.

When exiting out of the theatre, for that brief moment in time, I was Batman! I began running towards where our vehicle was parked, and, I jump on top of the ledges and acted as though they were my roof tops in a scene I was playing out in my head. And when I leaped off back on the cement side walk, landing was rough. My feet planted firmly on the ground, they began to throb with pain from the impact. But, I said, I am Batman! And Batman doesn’t feel that pain, no, he keeps going no matter how many times gets hurt or knocked down. Batman is a fighter, and people depend on his endurance to keep going until he can not go any further!

And I continued towards our car, so, why is this important to who I am now you ask? Well, Batman was the first feature film I ever saw, I fell in love with the idea behind good vs evil. I think we all have that story to tell where we learned the difference between the two. It just so happens that’s when I also fell in love with the idea of being a filmmaker.

And instead of wanting to be Batman, I wanted to be Tim Burton, famous movie director and my inspiration. I wanted to inspire that kind of energy within someone young or old. I wanted to people to say, your film inspired ME to become a filmmaker myself. I felt compelled to create and craft stories that evoked emotions within the very soul of a human being or touched a person’s heart so deeply they’ll never forget the emotion.

After that faithful night way back 24 years ago in 1989, my destiny was officially sealed
no matter how long it would take to get there, no matter how many ledges I must leap off of, I will make it to that celebrity status. There is no pain to feel, for future people need me to do what I need to do to feel that inspiration in life. And go after their passion & dreams, on that faithful night, I became a super hero in my own right.


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And In the beginning God said let there be light.

“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.”  ― Albert Einstein

Suppose I should start this blog from the beginning, when the miracle of birth first took place. Born April 2nd 1983 a day after April fools day, I saw the light for the very first time. Born into an immigrant family that moved from Italy to Canada, before I was born of course. The youngest of 3, both of which are of male persuasion.

My father, a hard working italian carpenter, strong male figure with a soft spoken heart and easy going. A man who loves nature and reading about history, he would love nothing more than just go exploring all day long in the near by forestry area.

And my mother, a woman of many jobs and talents, but the one she probably enjoyed most was being a mother to us three boys. Unless of course we didn’t do what we were told to do, but I’m sure that is like of all mothers.

The two of them raised us in a home my father built with his two hands and have been here since the 1970’s. We grew up next to our elementary school, only a hop skip and jump away, practically in our own backyard actually.

In the younger years of my life, I would say I was fuelled by imagination. I had 4 childhood friends, and we all lived within the same section of the neighbourhood. We would go out and use our captive imaginations to weave our own adventure stories. We would role play entire war story sequences that would last for days, create a futuristic worlds using what ever we had at our disposal, turning  average into something magical such as a run down skate board morphed into a futuristic hover board with time traveling capabilities.

My one friend, I always thought his dad was some sort of crazy creationist, not in the religious sense but because he was able to build his son a Go Cart. Of course who wouldn’t be envious of another child for having his very own personal Go Cart. This Go Cart set up the scene to many wondrous shoot em up gangster style cops and robbers scene.

My other friend, had collection of props, masks, toy guns and had a huge amount of space in his back yard that merely helped us facilitate our gangster style adventures and ironically lived across the street from the one that had the go cart.

These days I remember, for they were of a simpler time where using your imagination and ability to create was not frowned upon but encouraged! But alas with all good things, they must end. We grew apart and moved on from the life we knew and loved and developed and forged new friendships. But they mark unquestionably the beginning of everything for me, at least, in my mind what I can remember from my childhood.

This was the beginning, the beginning of my life long path of creating and adopting a creative imagination.

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