One that was high on the list was going to the movies. I used to love going to the movies as a kid. My sisters and I had a tradition of going to see every animated Disney film that dated back to The Little Mermaid. I loved the previews and the popcorn and the huge seats. I loved air conditioning on hot summer days and how the world seemed so bright when you left the theatre after a matinee. I even thought the sticky floor was neat.
And then we had E., who is extremely sensitive and easily frightened and hates loud noises, and, well, I put that longed-for experience in my back pocket and told myself to be patient.
Yesterday, my patience paid off.
We took E. to see Shaun the Sheep, and it was an unqualified success.
We packed his headphones and he wore them the entire time to cut down the noise.
I put my hands over his eyes during the (ridiculously scary and not at all age appropriate) preview for Pan.
We ordered popcorn and sat in huge seats. E.’s had a tendency to fold up on him if he wasn’t sitting right at the back, so that kept us on our toes.
We watched the movie. The whole movie. Even the credits, because Q. and I always watch the credits, and even though E. was bored senseless we told him sometimes there is something special at the end of the movie for those who stay and watch all the credits (and there was, thank goodness).
And we laughed. We laughed and laughed and laughed. E. laughed so hard and for so long that other mothers around us stopped watching the movie and were just laughing listening to his joy.
It was a perfect first movie. Very very gentle (only a couple of points where E. became worried) and lots in there for the adults.
We came out of the theatre into the oven of hot air that is late summer in my city, blinking at the sudden onslaught of the sun.
“That was so much fun!” said E.
Yes. Yes it was.
What is your favourite movie memory as a child?
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