I had a heck of a time deciding which memory to write out for Salon.com’s celebration of movie theater memories.

I wanted to write about seeing Rattle and Hum three times in less than 48 hours on opening weekend, and how the wide-screen, concert-level-volume sequence from “Where The Streets Have No Name” to “With or Without You” convinced me I’d never have a bigger big screen rush.

I wanted to write about seeing my friend Eric trying to crawl under his seat during the T-Rex scene in Jurassic Park on opening day.

I wanted to write about seeing Star Wars in 1977, when I was only seven years old, with my uncle and grandfather.

I wanted to write about walking out of a movie in high school because the girl whose ticket I paid for was, halfway through the movie, holding hands with a boy two class-years behind us. (And that’s only the beginning of the abuses I endured in high school due to a spectacularly stupid crush…)

But I chose an experience that, due to the film in question, will probably make me lose a lot of cool points. I don’t care. (I’m probably in the negative numbers anyway.) It was a moment that moved me, and I’m still uncertain as to why.

What about you? What’s been your most memorable movie-theater experience?

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