The Goonies takes me back to that last big adventure with childhood friends – the one we didn’t know was the last.
Mouth knew. Maybe that’s why he was trying so hard. It was now or never again.
Every year, I re-watch this on the last weekend in August, it’s a ritual I’ve had for decades.
For those of us who grew up in the golden age of Spielbergian 80s kids’ adventures, when the air felt electric with possibilities and a BMX with a basket strapped to the front was a hard ticket to adventure, The Goonies embodies the power of friendship at that age – when your friends weren’t just people you knew but extensions of yourself, co-conspirators in your schemes.
I love revisiting that fragile bubble of time when anything felt possible – right before the real world started happening. -Pop