If I hadn't done some background research within the past two years, today's post might have been a lot different than it'll turn out to be.
You see, today is the fiftieth anniversary of Jaws.
The Steven Spielberg classic, about a great white shark tormenting a beachside community during July 4th celebrations, was based on a 1974 novel by Peter Benchley.
My first memory of 'Jaws' was from watching the opening few scenes in 1983.
Just like my reminiscence of catching Dirkie for the first time, it occurred while living at a temporary home following a house fire. Unlike Dirkie, 'Jaws' was on in the evening.
I specifically remember watching the first few minutes of it before going to bed. Then, when I was getting ready to leave for nursery the following morning, I asked my mum if they managed to get the people out of the shark at the end of the film.
Yes, little old me thought it was like Pinocchio or something and the people were actually INSIDE the shark and were saved by the movie's close.
That's the story I would have told today, on this 50th anniversary. Unfortunately, there's an asterisk that has to be added to this tale.
When looking through old newspapers from 1983, for the Christmas TV posts I have been doing during Christmas week for the past few years, I looked back to see the date I watched 'Jaws'.
I uncovered the fact that, I hadn't watched Jaws all those years ago...
It was Jaws 2.
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