Childhood Essay
When I was 12 years old, my grandmother took me to see the movie The Green Mile in the theater. In hindsight, watching a film that explicitly focuses on the lives of prisoners in death row may not have been the best choice for a sixth grader. However, my grandmother (affectionately referred to as "Nanny") and I were very close, and one of the many things that brought us together was movies. At the time we watched The Green Mile, Nanny and I were already thick as thieves, but the chance encounter that day brought us even closer. Little did we know, what made it even more surreal was that nearly two years later, Nanny would succumb to cancer.
Not long before the winter break, Nanny came to visit, so we went to a small theater in the local shopping mall to see The Green Mile, which could hold no more than 40 people. As we walked in, we noticed the quietness of a Saturday, with only about ten people in the audience. I thought, considering that the movie had just been released, it was rather unremarkable.