"It's amazing." they said.
"I cried so hard during that show!" they told me.
"Everything is so clever and thoughtfully put together." they said.
So I watched. I opened up Netflix on my trusty laptop and typed in the title of the show. It popped up quickly, since it had been shown on my home screen several times under what they recommended for me.
After the first few minutes I couldn't help but think... "What the he** is this crap? Living plastic? Running? This awful dialog? Did they use my point and shoot camera to film this? Why did I let someone talk me into watching this ridiculously terrible show?"
I lamented to my friends.
"Just push through it," they told me. "The first few episodes are terrible, which is so sad because the rest of the show is so good. Just push through it."
Sigh. Fine. I'll push through it.
Then... I came to episode six. There was something about it. Maybe I had gotten used to the storytelling style. Maybe I had gotten to know the characters more. Maybe it was the introduction to the big villain. But suddenly, I understood. It all made sense! Something tugged at my heartstrings as I saw the episode unfold.
The episode was called "Dalek."
The TV show was Doctor Who.
And I've never looked back.
Blog prompt: Describe a distinct moment when your life took a turn.