But one common response, specifically, made me jealous, and got me thinking about another memory I wanted to share, since I find it amusing. A number of people, not much different in age from myself, had early memories of going to a drive-in to watch a movie (typically with parents). I have never been to one, and always wished I had. (On a side note, I think there is a drive-in somewhere around LA now, isn't there? Let me know if anyone wants to make a night of it sometime.)
Still, though I never attended a film at a drive-in, I still have an early drive-in memory. When I was about 3 or 4 years old, my family moved to Livingston, NJ. Our house was on a hill, and if you walked up to the top of the block, you were even higher on the hill, from which you could see into the distance for at least a few miles.
Not that far away, I believe in the next town over (East Hanover), there was a drive-in on Route 10. Years later it became a place you brought your cars to get them inspected, but for many years it was operational as a drive-in movie theater. And as "luck" would have it, the screen faced towards my home and that hill.
Now clearly it was too distant an object to ever make out any details on the screen whatsoever. But still, against the dark of the night sky, a movie playing on that screen certainly stood out and you could sense some kind of movement.
We lived in that house until I was 12 1/2, so I'm not sure when this memory comes from, but I'd guess it came closer to the end of my time there. I'd guess when I was about 11 or so. But I have distinct memories of climbing the hill to the top of the block and sitting down on the sidewalk to watch that drive-in movie screen. Of course, in my pubescent (or soon-to-be-pubescent) mind, I convinced myself of the impossible. Not only could I see the movie screen, but I was certain those were boobs (as I probably referred to them then) from an illicit (to me) R-rated movie. I'd already seen some issues of Playboy by then (the first memorably featuring shots of Bo Derek taken from 10), but it wasn't until some years later, as a babysitter, that I got to see my first R-rated movie (albeit on cable TV). So this was a silly thrill.
Maybe it is memories like this that add to the dedication one feels to the entire world of movies. This added magic and mystique. I don't have stories to tell like this about too many other media (ok, I've got a lot of music-related memories and stories, but the music business is way too scummy for me, but that's a post for a different time). Regardless, it is an entertaining memory for me. Anyone have similar memories of their own?
Tags: drive-in+movies, R-rated+movies