Yes, I see. Still, you remember the incident; it had a profound effect upon you.
I wandered out of a different era. When I was 7 my mother put me on a Greyhound bus in Kansas City bound for Nashville. There I had to walk a block or so to the Trailways terminal and find the bus for Cookville (where the tornado hit last week) where I was met.
That wasn't all that strange, I suppose. I spent the first three years of my life in an orphanage due to WWII. You learn a bit of self sufficiency in an orphanage.
Any way, your tale of seeing Ben Hur was captivating.
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As was your relating of your reactions to The Greatest Story Ever Told, which triggered my memory.