The Enemy Within
To enter the movie theater, for us boys of nine and ten years old, was like entering into a magical world of the senses. What awaited us behind the semi-darkness of the corridor following the ticket booth was unimaginable. Our young hearts were eager and ready for another slice of the world, or so we thought in our fancy. For it was, precisely, this lack of experience, which turned out to be a self-fulfilling prophecy of joy and adventure; it was pure enchantment; our minds were open for the... Sign in to see full entry.