For much of my life, I’ll admit that I’ve usually lied when it came to stories of my first movie in a theater. When many people my age would talk about their introductions, it was usually to see Return of the Jedi or some other early 80s flick. Meanwhile, my first one was Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles back in 1990 at a second-run movie-house in Corsicana, Texas, at a friend’s birthday party.
Of course, I made it up with plenty of VHS titles, living vicariously through those cinematic teens that went to the pictures, mostly because my parents thought going to the movies was a waste of time and money which, as I get older, I can see their point. Still, the one moviegoing thrill that I always wanted to experience but never did was the drive-in theater, particularly when a horror flick was playing.
With Covid (almost) a thing of the past, I finally lost my true virginity—my drive-in virginity—last week and, you know, I’m probably going to do it again and again.