Tonight I fondly recalled a moment from my childhood, and am now making it available for your viewing pleasure:
When I was 4 or 5, my parents rented a camcorder for a weekend. One of those huge VHS cameras. So they proceeded to make a home video, like all good 90’s parents did. As far as I know, it was the only home video we ever made, and we had it for years. We affectionately named it “The Bee-Bop Video.” I’m not sure if there is a story behind the name, or if we, being little tots, just thought it was the coolest title ever.
Here are the tidbits I remember from the video:
Mom took the camcorder on a tour around the house (a mobile home). I remember her going into the bathroom, and pointing the lens at a plaque of some kind on the wall, but the camera couldn’t focus in on the words. Then I remember her taking it outside onto the back porch, and my younger sister Hannah was standing outside smiling at the camera.
I think we recorded Family Devotions with Dad. If not, then I just have a single memory of doing devotions with the family at the trailer. I think my memory is so foggy here because when we watched The Bee-Bop Video over the years, we generally skipped the devotions part, because of course, devotions are boring. ;-) At any rate, it was just before bed, and we were all gathered around in the living room in our pajamas.
After devotions, we took turns doing cute things in front of the camera. My siblings and I were making “forts” in the living room, with afghans and blankies. My brother John (TJ as we called him) wanted to use MY blankie (a yellow blanket with a soft ruffle around the edge. I used to “twiddle” the ruffle through my fingers to help me fall asleep), but of course I wanted to hold onto it and suck my thumb (Mmm, it tasted like orange juice). So in the background, I was whining, “Heeeyyyy sneaky!” And that is one of the popular things to quote in my family every now and then.
At some point we were having popcorn, because my older sister Rachel was crawling around on the floor, pretending to be a puppy, eating up the scattered popcorn on the floor with her tongue.
Dad pointed the camera at me, and asked me to sing “Jesus Loves Me.” But I shyly requested to sing my own song. So I started singing a made-up song, that went something along the lines of “Jesus is so wonderful…”
And that is all I remember from The Bee-Bop Video. At some point in my early teens, when recording TV shows onto VHS tapes was all the rage in my family (I used to be able to quote “The Emperor’s New Groove” beginning to end because we had it on tape), we accidentally recorded over The Bee-Bop Video, and it has been an unsolved mystery ever since. I’m glad I never found out who the culprit was, because I would probably hold an eternal grudge against him or her, for stealing away my only visual memory of my childhood home at the trailer park.