Dragging my feet around my hometown for an entire day - probably a saturday - watching my Mam and Dad drift in and out of shops, never seeming to actually buy anything.
I remember the boredom. I just wanted to go home. I remember the frustration at being told we had one more place to visit before we left. I remember sulking as we climbed a long staircase that I would now describe as art-deco styled, but simply felt cosy and welcoming at the time.
I remember the realisation of where we were. How my parents had tricked us. We were in a cinema that I didn't even know existed. The last place we had to visit was a surprise journey to discover the Holy Grail, in the company of one Doctor Indiana Jones. I remember the excitement as the lights went down.
I remember the thrills as Indy fought his way through Nazis and dudes dressed as Tommy Cooper. I remember trying to act nonchalant during the uncomfortable moments where Indy did rude stuff with the pretty German lady. I remember the laughter as Indy's Dad kept calling him "Junior". I remember the genuine concern that Indy had gone over the cliff in that tank. The film was called "The Last Crusade", after all. I think my Mam reassured me that he would be okay, and she was right. I remember her warning when the baddie drank out of the wrong cup: "This is the scary part". I remember covering my eyes, listening to the screams. I remember the ride into the sunset.
Afterwards, I remember elation. The film had taken me away from the dull day shopping and sent me on a break-neck adventure across the globe, in the company of characters I truly loved and admired.
I remember my Dad pouring fizzy pop into two chalice-like cups and telling me and my brother to choose wisely.
It wasn't the last time I went to that cinema.
I remember the little girl crying in terror when the scorpion attacked during "Honey, I Shrunk the Kids". I remember watching "Jurassic Park" just before I started High School. I remember my friend falling asleep during "The Fellowship of the Ring".
I remember, just over three years ago, reading that the old cinema was closing down. A new, more modern chain-cinema was about a week away from opening. I had just got a job there as a projectionist. We have six screens, they only had two. This town wasn't big enough for the both of us.
They were giving up without a fight.
I remember thinking it would be a great idea for someone to buy that little old cinema and run it independently. Show classic films and art-house stuff once or twice a day. Keep the old place alive.
They tore it down a couple of weeks back.
Indy rode back out of the sunset a year or two ago. I wished like hell he'd stayed gone. Gone where I could just remember that sunset in the darkness, the first time.