Do you wanna come with me? ‘Cause if you do, then I should warn you — you’re gonna see all sorts of things. Ghosts from the past. Aliens from the future. The day the Earth died in a ball of flame. It won’t be quiet, it won’t be safe, and it won’t be calm. But I’ll tell you what it will be: the trip of a lifetime!
Growing up, I remember sitting at my grandmother’s house, flipping through the channels on Sunday afternoons. Turning that dial, and feeling the click, adjusting the rabbit ears, and getting upset when the only thing that would come in clearly was PBS. I was too old for Mister Rogers and Sesame Street, and then there was a show on in the afternoons that I didn’t quite understand, but my aunt seemed to like it. The guy was a bit eccentric and wore a scarf. Little did I know, that that eccentric man was really just a mad man with a box.
Twenty years later, my best friend tells me about a Halloween costume she and her boyfriend are doing — Tennant and Donna from “The Runaway Bride”. I had no idea what that meant at the time, but I knew that if it was important enough to for them to go over the top on these Halloween costumes, that I should probably look into it more.
Then, out of the wood work, everyone I know started talking about Doctor Who.
Hadn’t that show gone off the air ages ago?
Colleen & Josh were the ones who got Steve hooked. I wanted no part of it. Steve knew that if I actually sat down and watched an episode, I’d be sucked in. He made me give it two episodes … “The Girl In The Fireplace” and “Blink”.
That’s all it took.
I was in love with Ten. I needed more. I needed the back story. So, instead of starting at the very beginning, I started with what is affectionately referred to as the reboot; with the ninth Doctor.
My first Doctor was Christopher Eccleston. Steve & I watched that first season as a marathon over the course of a weekend. Twelve episodes in two days. It was fantastic!
Bad Wolf … Rose … Captain Jack … the Daleks … Slitheen … TARDIS.
Then came Tennant, and I swore I could never love Tennant’s Doctor the way I loved Eccleston’s, but I did. With each passing episode, I was being pulled into this world that exists only in the rift between time and space.
Rose … Cybermen … Madame de Pompedour … Martha … Donna … Captain Jack … Weeping Angels … Wilf … Adipose … River Song … Spoilers … more Weeping Angels … And then, the radiation … and the regeneration.
Matt Smith’s Doctor was different, younger, and I swore I would never love him as the Doctor. It just wouldn’t happen. But then it did. He embodied everything I loved about the Doctor, as did Tennant and Eccleston. And just when he was really hitting his stride, when I felt like I could watch forever, it was once again time to say good bye.
Fish fingers and custard … Amy Pond … Rory … Melody Pond … the crack in the wall …Vincent Van Gogh … Clara … The Snowmen … The Silence … Trenzalore … all leading up to, “I will not forget one line of this, not one day, I swear. I will always remember when The Doctor was me.”
I’ll admit it. I cried. The loss of a friend.
And now, with just hours to go before we all get to meet Twelve and see just what kind of Doctor he will be, I swear, I will never love Peter Capaldi’s Doctor as much as I loved the last three. That is, until he gives us the reason for us to look at him the same way we have looked at all those who have come before, and realize that the face might be different, but we will always love the Doctor.
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