My new friend and I took a bus downtown Vancouver. Now, this is something I didn't normally do being just 16 or 17 years old. I rarely left the backyard of sleepy North Delta let alone travel to a bustling city with crime and prostitutes and drugs and who knows what.
So we end up at some Hippie's house and they smoke lots of cigarettes and wear careless clothes, but they all talk about seeing the Nicholson movie. We end up at some worn out movie theatre, I'm nervous the entire time, then the lights dim. I watch silently in my seat, afraid of the Hippies, but then no more.
I am in a new place, a new brave world watching brilliance unfold, dialogue, laughter, hatred, joy & tears. I'm lost in a movie.
I tell my daughter this story ~her eyes roll back in disbelief~ then I watch her watch the movie. I tease her "you want me to change the channel, I can if you're not in to it". She says, "it's okay, leave it on". Sabrina cried at the end.
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