A Wrinkle In Time Made Me Nostalgic For My Childhood

When I was younger my cousin and I used to run around his backyard playing weird games where we had superpowers, prayed to the moon, and had psychic abilities.

During one summer, my cousin and I told a boy in our neighborhood we were psychic and needed to perform a sacrifice to the moon in order to strengthen our abilities—the result of probably too much Disney. When we told him we made him swear to secrecy otherwise it would be him we were sacrificing because he was constantly annoying us. At that moment, we really scared him and he ended up riding his bike home.

I still think that although we made everything up, there was still something deep in our guts that believed everything was real.

At one point or another, he finally found out that we were lying and attempted to come back over to play and instead of being honest, and fess up to our lie, we decided to hide from him. We even left a note stating that we had transported to another dimension because of his unbelief. I still think that although we made everything up, there was still something deep in our guts that believed everything was real.

All of these memories and more started flooding my head the other night when I decided to see A Wrinkle In Time, directed by Ava Duvernay. I had read the book as a child but forgot so much of the storyline that I felt excited about seeing something I relatively knew nothing about. I had listened to Oprah Winfrey speak about her role and how similar it was to Maya Angelou’s role in Oprah’s life. I had prepared myself mentally for the angelic presence of Mindy Kaling and Reese Witherspoon and was overjoyed to see a young black female, Storm Reid, play a lead role in a children’s movie—and despite all of the amazing feminist moments, what I received from the movie was so much more.

…be kind to myself, to be kind to others, and to be kind to this planet.

The movie took me to a place where I almost could tangibly feel the nostalgia that encompassed my childhood. It reminded me of the beauty and depth of imagination, and the power words have in shaping our lives.

I started imagining my childhood with a film like this, and how it would have impacted me so much. A Wrinkle In Time made me feel hopeful for the children that are being raised today and the future films, books, and music that will shape their lives. The movie did more than show strong female role models, it championed self-respect, self-worth, and self-esteem. It focused its entirety on compassion, love and embracing one’s flaws, and reminded me to have grace for myself and my own flaws.

I think everyone needs a little grace right now, and that is what the movie reminded me of—to be kind to myself, to be kind to others, and to be kind to this planet. My only wish was to be ten years old again, watching this movie with my friends, and yes, even the neighborhood kid who annoyed me.