A Disney Description: A Trip Down Memory Lane
The metallic odor, strong and rusty, like something left too long in Grandma’s attic wafted up past the tip of my nose, past the faintly iodized goggles I mashed my eyes against, and into the faint furrows of my memory, lingering, conjuring, casting me in the role of some turn-of-the-century girl in drop-waisted pleats and hanging braids instead of the modern girl who, stereotype predicted, should not be interested in the silver-grey film reels that clicked and flickered beneath my fascinated gaze – all this for a mere penny, and everyone agreed that, in this economy, nothing cost a penny anymore, but here I was, experiencing the past and the present for the price of a copper, not worthless anymore, but precious, and valuable, and perfect. The crank turned, my shoulder tense from the strain, as gears clanked from within the weathered machine. Every click or clunk was a heartbeat, pumping life and vitality into the silent figures on the screen, making them move on foot or on ancient bicycles, laughing, kissing, crying. The breath of life for just one penny – what a deal.
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