Growing up on a rural farm in middle Tennessee, I didn't see many movies. But the small town nearest me, Erin, had a small theater. My older brother who was married and had two children knew about such "worldly" things and informed me they were going to see a movie after church on Sunday and asked if I wanted to go. Of course I did so I asked momma and daddy at the Sunday dinner table and they said "yes." Daddy gave me a half dollar coin and said I could have a quarter and to bring a quarter back to him after the show. I thought I was rich because it only cost a dime to get in. We went and I was 8 years old and I cried at the end of "Old Yeller" in 1957.