I love watching movies. The first movie my brother and I saw was in the living room of our adopted parents’ home. I was around 5 and my brother was 3.
Our Dad pulled up the white screen with tiny white beads on it. The projector was brown and got very hot if it ran for too long. The film was in reels and about the size of a saucer. They were housed in a thin, square, cardboard box with a picture and a name on the front of the cover.