Fortunately, an inebriated movie patron did not step on your head on the way to the restroom. Otherwise, emergency evacuation regulations would prohibit this from occurring today, spoiling all the fun for sleepy kids at nighttime movies.
It was the 1970’s. We didn’t use seatbelts. Kids flew down steep hills in home-made buggies. We knocked the dirt off carrots and ate them raw out of the ground. Dogs licked our faces. Parents smoked around us and we played with candy cigarettes. We would sit in trees all day, watching ants crawling up and down the bark without neighbors calling the cops because they were afraid we were ‘hurting the tree’.
It was a different time.
A young couple taking two sleepy kids to a late movie is the least shocking part of this story.
(For me, raising kids was a joy. Dealing with busybody idiots and this hysterical ‘safety’ society was the stressful part.)