She was indeed.
I was 12 when the movie came out. My Mom would not let me go see it because it was an “adult” movie.
I went anyway, lied about my age, paid the adult price of $2.00, and sat through the entire movie TWICE.
When I got home, Mom demanded to know where I had been for the last six hours.
I told her I was at the movies, watching Dr. Zhivago.
“That was an ADULT MOVIE!” Mom yelled. “It showed two people in bed together who weren’t married!”
“They were married!” I replied. “Just not to each other.”
That’s when Mom realized I was not a little girl anymore.
Ha! Great story! 😄