Vague memories of seeing Peter Pan (the 1953 cartoon) when I was three or four; clear memories of seeing the original Parent Trap when I was five.
God, I loved going to the movies when I was a kid. By the time I was seven, we lived within walking distance of our town's only movie theater, and I would go faithfully every weekend and as many nights as my parents would allow. It cost a quarter to get in, and I'd generally have another quarter for popcorn etc. One Saturday afternoon, I remember, my best friend Eric (two years my junior) and I were denied entry to Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?. Why the Roxy was showing that on a day traditionally reserved for childish fare, I do not know. Another Saturday, we were allowed in to see Thunderball; it shocked my mother no end when I told her what I'd just been watching.
Oh, it was fun.