The last movie i went to was shortly after I turned 39 >>>>> the first time.
A few years before that, when I was pre-teen (around 10 to 14) I lived on an uncle's farm. I loved to work in the fields, woods and cattle. My uncle stated paying my 25 cents per week for my hard work.
every saturday afternoonm a bunch of us would hop on our bikes and head for the Canaan, CT movie house. Along the way, I stopped to mow a lawn for which i got $1.oo. It took me about 1/2 hour, so I would leave from home a little earlier that the rest of the mottley crew.
At the movie, there was a little soda joint of to the side of the entrance. We woud all get something to eat as the three mile bike ride took a lot of energy :

. I always got a banana split and a candy bar. Since the walk up the ramp into the movie was so strenuous, (it was maybe 30 feet from the little store to the ticket window), I needed further nourishment to tide my thru the movie, usually Tom Mix, Roy Rodgers, or even a war movie.
I would get a large bag of pop-corn or potatoe chips.
After the movie I would stop back at the little icecream shp and get a double decker icecream cone. I was starving already :

From there, it was just a short walk to the hardware store where i would spend some of what was left in my pocket on fishing tackle, usually a few hooks or some line, whatever I could afford. And i still had enough coin in my pocket to pick up anothe candy bar or chewing gum on my way home.
The pay off was that the neighbor down the road, had horses and a large collection of toy guns (such a bad influence to the rest of us 8)). All afternoon on sunday, we played cowboys and indians, good guys against bad guys, whatever, with capguns that actually made noise and many times,we acted out the saturday movie by tearing around the fields on horse back.
I could go on, but you guys get the point, i am sure. especially any who have been 39 as long as i have. [popcorn]
Tinker