Gone with the wind were the mothers we knew, as they watched the movie. Usually strict, they let my cousins and me roam the shimmery, other-worldly theater. We went to the restrooms alone; we bought all the Cokes and popcorn we wanted. Change seemed to spawn in our mothers' purses. They would never be the same, and neither would I...
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Published September 8, 2010
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