Twenty-five years later, I still enjoy watching 'Ferris Bueller's Day Off,' even though it reminds me of my parents' divorce.
My parents split up just weeks before the film's release (on June 11, 1986), and I was inconsolable. I was 19, just back home from my first year of college, still very sheltered and immature. With Mom and Dad's separation, I felt like the ground had crumbled beneath me. The foundation on which my carefully constructed little world rested had cracked wide open. If their marriage was a sham -- if my childhood had been a sham -- then my whole life was a sham. What was I supposed to do now? Who was I supposed to turn to for guidance?
An over-privileged teenage prankster in a stolen Ferrari, that's who.