My assignment from the Yahoo 360 Product Blog:
The first movie I ever watched in a theater was Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. It was released in 1968, so I was about 7 years old. I remember that my mom and dad and both my sisters went to see it, so my little sister would have been only 4. I remember it seemed like a very long movie, and she got a bit fidgety. The IMDb says it has a run time of 144 minutes, which is VERY long for a kid's movie.
I really liked it, and the whole movie-going experience was great! Some of our favorite stories back then were Around the World in 80 Days, Mary Poppins, Swiss Family Robinson, Winnie the Pooh, and Dr. Doolittle; so this was one my parents knew we'd like. The tagline is "The most fantasmagorical musical entertainment in the history of everything!" I was mesmerized by the big screen.
On the way home, we were singing the Bang Bang, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang theme song. My dad sang Bang Bang Shitty Shitty Bang Bang, which got a huge glare from my mom. It was the first time I remember him cussing.
This is going to go way off the topic of the first movie I saw, but speaking of my dad cussing, the SECOND time I remember was in 1976. Both my parents were working, and they shared a car in those days. Usually Mom would ride to work with Dad, and then she would drive the car back home or to her part-time job so she'd have it during the day, and she'd pick him up when he got done at work. Since he drove the car to the college (he was a math professor), it would usually be his key in the ignition, but when they got there, he'd need his keys. But they didn't park - just stop - he'd get out, Mom would slide over, and she'd drive away. So they'd gotten in the habit of doing a key exchange on the freeway on the way to the college. The old station wagon was "three on the tree", so he'd step on the clutch, pull out his key, Mom would give him her key and he'd put it in, turn it, and pop the clutch. The car would stay at highway speed for quite awhile in neutral even with the engine off.
Anyway, we'd gotten a brand spanking new Dodge Colt in the summer of 1976. Such excitement! This car was a five-speed and it was shiny and new and had that new car smell. I think Mom was staying home that day, and I got to ride along in the new car when Dad went to work and Mom brought the car back home. What my parents didn't yet realize about this new car with all its newfangled safety equipment was that when you took the key out of the ignition, the steering wheel locked. (You saw where this was going, didn't you?) So we're cruising down the freeway and Dad steps on the clutch, pulls out his key, puts them all in his pocket, and <click> suddenly can't steer. I heard "@$!%&*@ HURRY UP" as Mom was digging in her purse for her key. Luckily, the road was pretty straight, and Mom found the key pretty quickly.
They didn't do that key swapping thing anymore after that. 
