I wanted to be this kid so bad that I would spend hours dreaming about being left alone. I compiled lists of all the things I would do without my parents and my sister around to stop me.
I made lists. I drew diagrams. I even started burglar-proofing our home, just in case it ever happened.
Yes, every burglar-proofing device that Kevin uses to outsmart bandits Joe Pesci and Daniel Stern, I tried at home. With a few variations.
In Home Alone, Kevin booby traps the laundry chute with an iron on a rope.
We didn't have a laundry chute at home, and I wasn't allowed to use the iron, so I tied rope around a rock and set it up above the front door. I think it hit my sister on the shoulder.
In Home Alone, Kevin tars one of the burglars and, using an industrial-sized fan, blows feathers all over him.
We didn't have tar, or a fan, but I spread glue all over a face cloth, flung it at my sister and, using a cardboard tube full of feathers gathered from the back yard, blew them over her face.
In Home Alone, Kevin heats up a door handle with a welding tool so the burglars burn their hands when turning the door knob.
This one was a bit tricky - I didn't want to burn the house down. But I did attempt it by inviting my sister to visit my room at a certain time, then spent 20 minutes pointing a hair dryer set to "high" at the door handle. She didn't even notice.
I never did get left home alone, so my plans never came to fruition. And though Macaulay Culkin is no longer my favourite actor, Home Alone is still my favourite family movie.