Today, for some reason Joe and I were talking & I brought up the memory that my parents once took us to see the movie "Ghandi" which is a very long movie. I think I was 5 or 6, so Ross was like 4 or so, and Anya was around 10 or 11. I'm pretty sure it was a theater in Uptown on Lake or Lindale. All I really remember was that it was a LOOONG movie, and very boring. It was the only time in my life that I remember my dad giving us money to get us our of his hair...usually he threatened us w/ "the Belt" (which I did get once...but that's another story....) to keep us in line, but I suspect he refrained from that threat (which usually ended in terrified screams and tears) because we were in public and he actually wanted to watch the movie and not have to comfort 3 squalling kids and not get "the look" from my mom.
So I'm describing this to Joe, how me and Ross bought jujubees, and that it was the worst dried up and old candy we had ever had and how we snuck up to the balcony and tried to hit people w/ the jujus, and how Anya was hissing at us that we would get a huge spanking from dad at home if w didn't stop...and it occured to me....WHY did they bring us to a 4+hr long documentary-like movie?
I called them today to find out. They claim not to remember exactly. I asked if it was because they didn't/couldn't find a babysitter? Dad said he wanted us to learn something. (he was laughing while telling me this)
I remember lots of different babysitters and only a few that we had more than one time. I am starting to suspect that the three of us were the "Calvin and Hobbs" of the neighborhood when we were little.
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