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    #31
    Sixteen, me and a few mates went to Canet Plage in the South of France by coach 1.5 days travel each way.

    Sex drugs and rock n roll baby. Oh and I nearly drowned.

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      #32
      My mother insists my first holiday abroad was Crete and/ or Venice but I do not remember any of these as I was literally a baby and I assume my parents were still together and I genuinely have no memory of my parents living together let alone sleeping under one roof (they split when I was 4 but my dad probably moved out before then). There is a single photo of very much baby me in St Mark's square in a fold-out buggy.

      My mother, sister and I didn't have much money and spent most of our holidays going to Frinton-on-Sea for a beach day or Lowestoft camping with a bunch of single mums and their kids and going crabbing nearby.

      Around the time I was around 6-7 we went to France for some camping holiday where there was a pool and we learned a lot of French. I remember my mother making some last minute costumes for my sister and I to take part of the kids activities there. We crossed over on the Ferry which I loved at the time.

      The first true foreign holiday I remember and it being a really big deal was about 7 years old again and we went to Lesbos with my mum and her best friend. We had a little apartment almost like a summer house shed which was one of 4-6 that were built on or very close to some very old Greek couples land (maybe their son made it a business) and my mum would sometimes buy fresh produce from them. The old lady gave my sister and I strange little chocolate bars and we loved feeding the goats Nanny, Billy and Kid. We learned to snorkel and my sister found a beautiful large pearl like shell with an octopus in it. A local said he would release it and return the shell but he just ran off with it including my sister's bucket. We ate Swordfish which I loved at some restaurant called the horseshoe. One of my most core memories of that holiday though involved my mum's friend who was pescatarian and was skinny as a rake so we rarely saw her eat anything but small portions (she smoked and drank a lot of wine though like my mum, think of Eddie and Patsy from Ab Fab then you have a shockingly similar window of what they could be like). She gave us a real treat by buying us both a Magnum ice cream which I think I had only ever had once in my life before then, and oddly she bought herself one. She enjoyed it so much, an hour later, she asked if we wanted another which of course we said yes to!

      This would be the first of many trips to random Greek islands every couple of years, revisiting places where my mother slept on the beaches back in her teenage and student years hitchhiking around Europe, sending her parents a postcard to meet her in Athens on a certain date to get her back home. We never did the Spanish package holiday, mostly Greek islands and twice Turkey which most of the memories are blended all together too.

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        #33
        Majorca 1982 over my brothers fourth birthday. Main memories, being allowed to gamble on the slot machines and win enough 250 peseta coins to allow me to play the Scramble machine next to it for the entire week. And being rather good at French boules according to the locals.
        Lie with passion and be forever damned...

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          #34
          You Never Forget Your First...

          Time at the Cinema

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            #35
            I've forgotten, i honestly cant remember, my brother swears i went to see Return of the Jedi but i would have been 4 at the time and have no memory of it, i was Ewok mad so its more than likely we did go to see it.

            what i do remember going to see was Carebears the movie at age 5 in some seaside cinema when we where on holiday (most likely golden sands Mablethorpe) i don't remember any of the film bar it being really dark and my dad carrying me back to the caravan on his shoulders. My poor dad taking me and my brother to see that must of been awful.
            Last edited by Lebowski; 29-08-2023, 13:08.

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              #36
              Preeeeeetty sure mine was to see Back to the Future III at an Odeon. I was really young and only have the faintest memory of it, but I remember because I loved the first two movies, and was so excited to see the end of the story. It was actually a child-minder that took me as both my parents were working, and we went during the day. Must've been a school holiday as I was old enough to be at school.

              But, and this might go against the grain of the thread again, but that can't have been my very first time, because I don't remember that being the case. I'm sure if it was, I would remember the big screen, the massive building; I mean I do remember those but not in a way which makes it seem like it was my first time.

              But there was a nearby cinema where I grew up which used to show Disney movies... That I suspect were bootlegs or otherwise, errrmm... "Unlicensed". My very first was probably Peter Pan or something at that.

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                #37
                Battlestar Galactica. I kind of did forget my first …

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                  #38
                  I think mine was Superman The Movie. And it was a wonderful cinema experience. Really special.I was really young so honestly barely remember it but I just remember the feeling and the music. I was singing that theme tune for what felt like weeks (it may have been hours).

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                    #39
                    Originally posted by Dogg Thang View Post
                    I was singing that theme tune for what felt like weeks (it may have been hours).
                    This kinda hit me like a train

                    Because my memory is of liking BttF all my life, but that was probably 3 months.

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                      #40
                      The first film I can clearly remember going to see at the cinema was The Neverending Story. I would have been eight years old when it was released. My brother feigned a sore foot to explain why he was crying at a particular point in the film!

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                        #41
                        Transformers the Movie, December 1986. My parents took my younger brother, who was terrified and crying for most of the film. I remember the cinema being virtually empty. I wore my Optimus Prime sweatshirt which I had bought for me from the local Woolco.

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                          #42
                          I vividly remember every part of the Cinema that was my first but have a troubled relationship with my first film.

                          I know I went to see Jurassic Park with my family and Super Mario Bros (Yes, the Bob Hoskins film) but through trauma, I can't remember which was first. Obviously, I want it to be Jurassic park but the dates suggest Super Mario Bros was first as there's just weeks between them. However, I want it to be Jurassic Park.

                          Please be Jurassic Park.

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                            #43
                            It was the 1985 re-release of 101 Dalmatians at Brierfield's Unit 4 cinema. I don't think we got it until early 1986, though, so that's when it would have actually been. I'd have been almost five years old as my birthday is March 17th.

                            I remember sat in the foyer with my mum and my grandma eating a small ice cream out of a tub when my next door neighbour's son walked in with his Mrs. to watch something else. That's all I remember. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

                            The place is probably a Carpet World or a Dixy Chicken now.

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                              #44
                              My first visit to the cinema was the 1994 Flintstones movie at the age of 3 years old.

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                                #45
                                ****ing LOL!!

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