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I have a love/hate relationship with movie theatres, mostly hate. Lost of childhood memories around them, and some teen memories. I used to enjoy the afternoon matinees at the old theatre in my hometown of Innisfail, Alberta. A dollar in 1974 got you in to the Saturday afternoon matinee and a kid's pop and kid sized popcorn, which was wonderful. It was usually some old Disney movie that had already been on TV (e.g. The Cat From Outer Space) but no one cared. The older lady who was married to the guy who ran the projector scared us, so we all slid down in our seats as she came past with her flashlight. Getting a seat in the front row was a big deal when you were short and couldn't see over the person in front of you.

Another big deal was Star Wars. I was nine when it hit theatres in 1977 and wow. WOW. It rocked my world. I saw it thirty-three times in the theatre. It was where every spare penny I could muster went back in the day, and we were not rich, let me tell you.

Mostly, not a fan of theatres. I like movies, but not other people and you can't do the one without the other in a theatre. They're usually full of noisy people who talk at the wrong moment and who really need to be put to death, but haven't yet. I pretty much gave up on theatres with the arrival of the VCR and was as happy as a clam.

I got dragged out to theatres again, under protest, once I became a parent. I only went once without fighting it because I was sick and it kept my daughter busy for a couple of hours. I was having a flare-up of my diverticular disease and walking was agony. My daughter asked if she could see the movie. She was maybe a bit young for it, but she had already seen and read worse things than the Mormon vampire movie presented, so I got to sit and relax in darkness with sparkly vampires for a couple of hours. I only snored once.

These days I nap at home.