I am 15 and I love the past. Especially the movies. I am in love with their reactions and their writings. I am still waiting for Steve McQueen to escape from prison and pick me up on his motorcycle.(The Great Escape) I am still waiting at the Pier for Humphrey Bogart and Katharine Hepburn to come swimming from Africa and tell me about their journey.(The African Queen) I am still waiting for John Belushi and Dan Aykroad to get out of jail for good behavior and sing me a song. (The Blues Brothers) I am even still waiting for someone to be waiting outside the church in his red sports car after my sister's bad wedding.(Sixteen Candles) I would even wait for the moment that Judd Nelson would throw his fist in the air with gratitude in the middle of a football field.(The Breakfast Club) I am waiting for the moment that Billy Crystal and Meg Ryan came in the same diner as I am eating so Meg can moan and I can finally say: I'll have what she's having.(When Harry met Sally) I'm still waiting...