The year is a guess. We were at our grandmother’s house in Eagle Nebraska. Aunt Jean Marie took us in to Lincoln to see the movie Robin Hood, with Errol FLynn. I think it was our first theater movie – there were outdoor movies in Eagle, usually old B grade westerns that we had seen. Anyway, we had never seen men fighting like Robin and Little John’s encounter. We were crying loudly and poor Jean Marie had a hard time quieting us.