 Nerine Shatner Friendly House
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Posted by: LeopardHead on Wednesday, February 20, 2002 - 11:00 PM
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These are the words I remember. I was wearing a Halloween costume; I had dirt smudged on my face. There were a lot of people crowded into a small set; my father was standing at the front of a room that had been made to look like a decrepit schoolroom. The kids crowded around him and began pretending to hit him. I was lifted up and brought over to him to give him a swipe. I kept laughing so they had to do it over a couple of times. Finally, I got the hang of it. |
 February 20, 2002
These are the words I remember. I was wearing a Halloween costume; I had dirt smudged on my face. There were a lot of people crowded into a small set; my father was standing at the front of a room that had been made to look like a decrepit schoolroom. The kids crowded around him and began pretending to hit him. I was lifted up and brought over to him to give him a swipe. I kept laughing so they had to do it over a couple of times. Finally, I got the hang of it. One of the bigger kids gave me some gum. All and all it was a pretty exciting day.
I am talking, of course, about the episode "Miri" from the original series. I guess they were short of kids that day; somehow, my sister, Leslie, and I were elected to play two of the child aliens that age horribly as soon as they hit puberty. I suppose it's a pretty unusual way for a little kid to spend the day. It just seemed like a giant Halloween party to me.
I guess that's the trouble with how I grew up. People are always asking me, "What was it like having Captain Kirk as a father?" The truth is, I have no idea. He just seemed like my Dad. He was gone quite a bit, especially after my parents divorced, but he was still Dad. He played with us, he'd yell at us when we were annoying him, he'd hug us when we were sick. Moments like the one on "Miri" just seemed like part of the package.
Of course as I got older I realized I was in some pretty unusual circumstances. Maybe it was the reporters lurking around during moments of crises. Or it could have been the fact that half my friends insisted on telling me they had crushes on my father. I don't know. Somewhere along the way it dawned on me not everyone lived like we did.
I tried to fight it. I really did. I didn't tell people my last name. I never watched Star Trek reruns, let alone any of the newer versions of the series. I vowed to be anti-Trek until my dying day.
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