Flashback Friday: The Craft

“Now is the time. This is the hour. Ours is the magic. Ours is the power.”

Running with a bit of a theme for a theme today, denizens. I realized last week that I’ve been spending a lot of time trying to remember all the strange and wonderful things from my childhood…but I’m forgetting all the strange and wonderful things from my older years. You know, that magnificent wasteland of adolescence. That wonderfully traumatizing time of your life in which you are discovering who you are and what that means, not just to you but to how you fit into the world around you and how you click with the people in your life.

Sometimes, it means realizing that you’re not really going to fit in and the people around you are more than likely going to find that you’re a bit…un-click-able. (Or is that un-clique-able?) Years after the fact, you’re going to look back and realize that all that was okay. Not being like everyone else around you can serve to strengthen you in many ways. Also? Not being like everyone else around you means that you’ll never have to conform to something you’re not, just to be accepted. What? Did you really think that all those high school cliques comprised people who all happened to be exactly the same? Nah…it takes a lot of work and lying to fit in, denizens. Much easier to just be yourself.

Of course, I can say that now, nearly 20 years after graduating high school. Back then, though, I struggled with a lot of stuff, including what was necessary for me to fit in. And then I chose black nail polish, black leather trench coats and knee-high boots, and massive metal hair. I guess I lived by that Alice in Wonderland line: “I often give myself very good advice, but very seldom follow it.”

So what does all this have to do with today’s Flashback Friday entry? Quite a bit, actually.

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Remember The Craft? No? Allow me to refresh your memory. Young Sarah (Robin Tunney) finds herself in a new home and a new town and a new school, all things done by her father to try to make things better for his daughter, who has been having a bit of a rough time ever since her mother passed away. All the internal turmoil tends to set Sarah apart from others, so of course, she’s not really fitting in all that well at the Catholic school she’s now stuck attending. That is until she’s accepted by three other misfits