Let's Go Crazy

 

    From the beginning it seems, my Dad and I were two peas in a pod. My Mom used to tell me that I had him wrapped around my little finger, whenever I would pout to get my way. I wasn't an only child, but I was the youngest and my Mom's only child, so I got away with a lot.

    Whenever my Mom had to work or it was Dad's turn to watch me, we would go on these little adventures. Sometimes my Dad wouldn't tell me where we were going and I would have to guess as we drove. One of the biggest clues my Dad could give me would be to say this phrase, 

                    "Wanna go 'crazy' " ?

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    'Crazy' meant the movies, usually Denniston in Monroe, MI, a small, old movie theater that only played a select few movies. I loved going there, it always smelled like my Grandma's house. That smell that reminds you of old books, antiques, and dust. With the shag carpets on the walls, and the old school candy counter, I loved every bit of this place.

    We would usually share a large popcorn together, extra butter. Sometimes I was able to get candy and would choose snocaps. It didn't matter what movie we saw, whether it was a cartoon, kid movie or planet of the apes. I had the best time going and watching movies with him.

    I shared this story with my Dad and this is what he had to say about it: 

Ignore the background noise of their dog, Midnight running around. He just wanted to feel included.