My Dad liked westerns, so he took me to see "Once Upon A Time In The West." I was only about 7 or 8. I was more interested in how big everything was and I thought it was cool to sit and watch a movie while eating popcorn and drinking root beer. When the movie was over, my Dad asked me if I liked it and of course I said yes. He asked me if I wanted to sit through it again. I told him only if he wanted to, so we did. The usher was the son of my dad's best friend, so he didn't make us leave. That was a good memory I have with my dad because after the movie was over, he took me to a restaurant for dinner and I was impressed with eating in a fancy restaurant with a napkin on my lap and the waitress was very nice to us and then we had sundaes for dessert. I even remember ordering a pork chop for my dinner. My dad had some kind of beef or steak. The food was really good. My mom stayed home and she called it a father-son day.