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The Boy in a Box and Other Traumatic Memories from TV.

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For several years now, I have been slowly writing down every memory I have. I have been trying to make a complete timeline of my life up to the point where I am now. Its not been easy. I find memories continue to float back into my thoughts. Here recently, I have been getting nostalgic about movies, TV shows, and videogames I remember experiencing and trying to find them. Some of them are fun memories, but others were… odd.

Some of those are easier to find than others. For example, Condor Man, a classic Disney movie from 1981 that stared Michael Crawford was always a movie I went back to as a kid.

Condorman Trailer linked below.

Condor Man Trailer

However, there were other experiences that were harder to nail down. My dad picked up a family on the side of the road that were broken down with two little boys my age. They stayed at our house for the night and the two boys brought a NES game with them.

We played for an hour or so before bed and by the morning they were gone. All I remembered when looking back was that you were a ninja who could transform into animals. It took some googling to discover the name of the game was Ninja Crusaders on the original Nintendo Entertainment System.

Link to a review of Ninja Crusaders linked below.

Ninja Crusaders Gameplay

Now to the reason Im writing this article. When I was young, we had one tv in the house. It was down stairs in the basement and it got four channels, 3,8,11, and 13. There’s a possibility that we got more, but those are just what I remember. The movie I remember was apparently shown on PBS in WV during the early 1980s, but from what I have read, PBS was on channel 33 in Charleston during that time. So, in reality, I’m not sure what channel this movie was on, but I remember it clearly. What I rememeber, was a little old woman who receives a mysterious crate in the mail. Upon opening it, there was a little boy inside who wasn’t quite human. I remembered him as being a bit like a robot.

The movie was called Konrad. It was a made for tv movie feom 1985. It stared Huckleberry Fox as Konrad (the strange little boy) and Polly Holiday as Berti (the kind old lady). As a child, I rememember the opening minutes of the film and was deeply disturbed. I recently showed it to my own kids (13 and 16) and they agreed, it was really weird and creepy. Feel free to watch the full movie if you like below, but honestly the first 10 minutes is enough to see what I mean.

Full movie linked below:

Konrad (1985) Full Movie

The 2nd movie that really messed with me as a child was The Adventures of Buckaroo Bonzai Across the Eighth Dimention. What I remember watching was a scene from the very beginibg of the movie. Buckaroo is driving a rocket car reminiscent of the car from Back to the Future. He gets teliported to the Eighth Dimention and when he returns there is a goopy alien ball stuck to the bottom of his car. I dont remember anything else from the movie back then.

Now, that mught be the end of what I rememeber, but that is certainly not the end of that movie. I recently watched the whole thing and it is both absolutely terrible, beyond weird, and not worth your time to actually watch. I would also like to mention that it took me years to discover what this movie even was. Chat GPT had a really hard time helping me discover both this one and the Konrad movie.

This is something that has really bothered me for years, but has been fun discovering these lost memories from my past. Even though these memories don’t hold anything really that special, remembering them from a child’s point of view is interesting. Like seeing a ghost when you were a kid and remembering how scared you were, but thesebare ghosts you can rediscover and reveal them for the smoke and mirrors they really are.

Link to the trailer for Buckaroo Bonzai linked below:

Trailer for Buckaroo Bonzai!

Experiences as a child are like that at times, mythic and large. You remember the path through the woods that seemed to go on forever with the huge cave at the end of it. When you return as an adult, the path is just a little over fifty meters and the “huge cave” is just a small overhanging rock. This is why I like writing down my memories. It preserves the mythic perspective. I wrote a story down once about a snake that lived over our swimming hole when I was a kid.

I always swore this snake was at least twelve feet long and as thick as my arm. I wrote it down as such. Besides, I was like ten years old when I last saw this creature. In speaking to my cousin who was about fourteen at the time, he informed me it was more like six feet. I like my version of the story. The memory of a twelve foot black snake throat protected our swimming hole is a lot more fun to tell. Sitting alone on the carpet in front of our large wood paneled Magnavox CRT.

My memory of a strange robot boy being delivered in a crate and a man finding an alien blob ball under his car is a lot more fun than the movies themselves. That’s how childhood is; bigger than life. Full of new and amazing experiences. Even time spent on front of the TV that only had three or four channels at the time could live on in my memories. I often wonder how many of these kind of memories lie dormant in other people’s memories. They might remember them from time to time, but never share them with anyone else. Welcome to the back room of my mind; it’s a really messed up place, and I love it.

D. Michl Lowe

The Ninja Kitty And The Trailer

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Around the time I was seven years old, my mom and dad decided that we should move to a new house. They had purchased the land from Don Bloss and we would be moving to the other side of the Bloss girl’s house onto the land they had bought. However, the house had to actually be built. So, they started to build, but also put our little red house up for sale at the same time. As it happened, someone bought our house before the new house was done being built.

We were in the middle of the build for the new house and now had no house to live in while it was being finished. What could we do? Mom spoke with a friend of ours who agreed to allow us to rent a trailer down the road from Sissonville Elementary. It was a very small trailer! In fact, it was only two bedrooms and one of those bedrooms was packed floor to ceiling with our moving boxes. As it was, my bed was placed in a small walk-in closet.

When we first arrived at the trailer, we brought Samson (my dog) and BT, our kitty cat. I remember we got them down out of the car and Samson immediately began running around the small yard peeing on everything and BT ran off into the woods. We were a little concerned about BT, but she was an inside/outside cat, so she could take care of herself. Leaving her some food and water out on the porch, we waited to see if she would come back. When we woke up the next day, the food the water was gone, but there was still no sign of BT.

We left out another round of food and water and left for school and work. When we pulled up to the house from our day, we saw BT on the porch drinking some of the water we had left. However, the moment we got out of the car, she ran off again into the woods. This continued for a couple weeks. One day though, we got out of the car and the food and water were untouched; we didn’t see BT. We continued to leave fresh food and water, but each day that we came home, it was untouched.

This might sound like a really horrible situation, and it was, but in my seven-year-old brain, I created a scenario that made it easier to deal with. In my mind, I forced myself to believe that BT had decided to live out the remainder of her days in the woods hunting squirrels for her food as a Ninja Kitty. I often would imagine her hopping from limb to limb chasing down the squirrels; oddly enough, she was also wearing a Ninja Turtle Style mask on her head in these imaginings as well. We never saw BT again.

Sometime after that, we started to notice a smell coming from inside the trailer. It started off not that bad, just a mild sickly-sweet odor, but then it started to get worse. It became so bad that when we would open the door to go inside, we would have to turn back around and nearly punk off the porch. It was really bad! Dad decided that he would put on his overalls and crawl up under the trailer to see what was going on. When we got under there, he found a large hole in the flooring panels under the trailer, it looked like something had chewed the hole open.

Upon sticking his arm up into the hold, he felt something large and furry that wasn’t moving. Immediately, he thought “oh, no. BT has crawled up in this hole and died. Michl is going to be crushed.” But it wasn’t BT. When dad crawled back from under the trailer, he pulled out a river rat that was as large as BT from there. All told, it was nearly three feet long including the tail. We found out later that our neighbor had been putting out poison for the rats from the river just beyond his house and the poison was meant to make the rats want to drink a lot of water. So, they were supposed to go back to the river and die down there, but for some reason, this particular rat decided to come under our house to die.

Looking back on this time now, I am wondering if perhaps BT got into the poison, he had put out and that’s what really happened to her. I guess that’s a much more realistic explanation for what happened to her, but honestly, I like the seven-year-old explanation better. Sometimes, we encounter situations in young lives where it’s easier to believe the make-believe rather than the somewhat harsh reality of life. As a kid, I think my mind preferred to live within that fantasy instead of actually facing the death of a beloved pet.

We were in the trailer for nearly a year. Most of my memories there were of riding my bike along the flat blacktop road that led up to the house. I mentioned it was a small place and we were there during the Christmas holiday. There wasn’t enough room for an actual Christmas tree, so we settled on a little Charley Brown Christmas Tree that was set on top of our kitchen table. There was only one gift that I remember that year and it was a red microscope, complete with little slides that had sections of bugs, leaves, and other little things to see close up. For all the scrimping and saving our family was doing at the time, this was one of the best Christmas’ I can remember.

D. Michl Lowe