A place for us to reminisce about the movies we loved, lost, and still live for to this day.

Space Jam, 1996

When I was 9 years old, Michael Jordan reigned in the world — and in my bedroom. I had four Jordan posters hanging on each wall, all of him in his signature “Air Jordan” pose. Chicago Bull wallpaper lined the walls. The comforter on my bed owned a giant Bulls’ logo. I even had each one of Jordan’s jerseys in every color — including the infamous “45” jersey from when he came out of retirement.

I was the worst basketball player on the block and at school, but I didn’t care. Michael Jordan was my idol. Even though I’d be the last selection in gym class, I’d still hog the ball and imitate his infamous turn around fade-away jumpers — though I bricked it off the rim.

As you can imagine, when Space Jam hit the theaters on Nov. 15, 1996, I was the first in line — wearing my black number 23 jersey. The idea of Bugs Bunny combined with Michael Jordan was almost too much excitement for a 9-year-old to handle. After the show, I couldn’t stop telling my parents how much of an inspiration Jordan’s story was to me. It was at that point I truly dedicated myself to the game of basketball. I went to the gym every day to shoot hoops and bought the soundtrack so I could listen to R. Kelly’s “I Believe I Can Fly” on repeat as I slept. When that spring came, I was ready to dribble around everyone on the playground.

Through all my training I forgot one minor detail — no matter how many times I managed to watch Jordan and the Looney Toons come to beat the Monstars at the last second, I had no athletic talent was forever doomed to not be like Mike — and brick any shot I took off the backboard.