Race to Witch Mountain
In early '75, my brother and I went to the cinema on our own for the first time. I was nine and he was eight. Mum dropped us off outside with instructions to see a film about Hans Christen Andersen. I think it may have been called The Shadow.
As soon as Mum left, we went and bought tickets for Escape to Witch Mountain. We had checked in the local paper and knew it ran for less time. When she came back, she asked how the film was and we said, ok, I guess. But secretly we'd had a great time.
I still don't think she knows.
As soon as Mum left, we went and bought tickets for Escape to Witch Mountain. We had checked in the local paper and knew it ran for less time. When she came back, she asked how the film was and we said, ok, I guess. But secretly we'd had a great time.
I still don't think she knows.