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My first memory of going to a drive-in movie was when I was a little bitty girl. I don't know how old I was, just that I was really young, probably preschool age. My parents decided to go to the drive-in. There was one in our hometown called The Viking.


I don't know what my parents knew going into this adventure, but let's just say it wasn't a movie for little eyes to be seeing. I remember peeking from the backseat over their seat and looking at the huge screen in front of our car. I remember seeing a woman in a red sweater, but she wasn't in it for very long. The next thing I remember is somebody reaching back and pushing my head down (not hard) so that I wouldn't see what was going on.

That's the last thing that I remember. Whether my parents stayed to see the rest or not, I don't know. Either the sleepy bug caught me or I passed out from a toddler heart attack or shock. That red sweater, however, is locked in my head forever.

It was much later that I learned the type of movie that The Viking specialized in and it makes me wonder if my parents truly were as shocked as I was.

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