Jurassic Park: The Lost Footage

I moved to Santa Barbara in the middle of my 6th grade year. At the end of my sophomore year of high school, we relocated to the “paradise” known as Hawaii (I don’t know why I used quotations for “paradise” but it seemed fitting).

20 years or so later, whatever God’s reasoning was/is, he has brought me back to Santa Barbara, serving the church where I attended youth group during our time here.

It has been interesting being back — everything I remembered is gone. The creek where my family used to go to catch some crawdads — replaced. The big field that my friends and I rode our bikes on: Costco.

I’ve also ran into people and old friends here and there. I’ve ran into all the teachers I remember (except my 6th grade teacher, Mrs. Shingle from Hollister Elementary). And each teacher I’ve ran into all have said the same thing.

Surprisingly, they remember me. They ask me what I’m doing back in Santa Barbara and I tell them that I’m a pastor. And they all get wide-eyed and say, “Oh….”, their surprised eyes betraying their monotoned “oh…”

“Good for you!” they would add.

Which makes me think: what kind of student was I really?

Somehow, these handful of teachers remember me about 20 years later. And they all express shock and surprise of my vocational calling.

I thought I was a real good student. And that’s how I’m going to continue to think.

Being in Santa Barbara also brings back memories of my closest friend here. I remember how nervous I was to tell him and his family that we were moving to Hawaii — so nervous that I ended up never telling them (I know, right?) It’s one of the few things I regret about my time in Santa Barbara (and the dodgeball incident).

He recently sent me a video that we made most likely in 8th grade. I can’t remember why we made it (must’ve been for an assignment) but I remember how fun it was making it.

Of course the whole video (13 min. in length) is cringe-inducing. My clothes (I wasn’t dressed up for the “movie”, that was what I wore). My voice, which, what the heck God: how is my voice exactly same at 13 and 34?

Anyway, since it’s 13 minutes or so long, you have better things to do than watch it so here’s the synopsis: It takes place during the ’94 Jurassic Park, but on a different part of the island and we are trying to get off the island.

I think I may have missed my chance of making it in Hollywood. Ha.


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