So, I’m 12, with my very first boyfriend in 7th grade, and we were going on a double date to the movies. Imagine small town, 1970, and walking two miles each way to go on the date. We went with another couple, and the boys walked in front of Patty and I. (we giggled and followed behind)

Anyway, we get to the movies, (a beautiful old theater) and sit in the front row of the balcony. I walk into the aisle first, and Jim sits next to me, I am sweaty with the anticipation of sitting next to my guy, in the dark, for an extended period of time; we see cartoons before the feature (yes, they really used to show cartoons!) and then…the feature presentation…101 Dalmations!!!! (another cartoon!!)

I was on top of the world, well upstairs anyway, and just thinking things couldn’t get better, but then Jim did the yawn, and put his arm across the back of the seat, resting on my shoulder, I thought I would melt! We sat that way for the entire movie, and then the extra feature, a live-action film (from Disney also) with bears and raccoons…I don’t remember the name of it…

Anyway cut to the chase, we decide to ‘sneak’ and stay for the second showing, seeing both movies all over again (making the date last even longer) and right before 101 Dalmations was ready to start AGAIN, Jim looked at me, and I thought, oh! maybe this might be it! (the KISS) and he says, ‘Can we change seats?, my arm is really getting tired.’ We had sat stiff as boards for the entire TWO movies, and then changed seats, and sat that way for the movies all over again!

Oh to capture that innocence again.