I is for..........Indiana.
I remember the day I saw Raiders of the Lost Ark for the first time.
As soon as my dad got home that night, my brother and I were all over him to take us to see this new movie that everyone said was amazing.
My dad said we'd have to wait a week because things were kind of tight right now. My brother and I begged, like kids are supposed to, but the old man held firm.
Not to be denied, we broke open our piggy banks. When we poured those coins and crumpled bills on the family room floor, we knew we had him.
Dad told us to put our money back, he could probably scrape up enough to take us. Maybe even a little extra for some snacks.
Indiana Jones thrilled us that night, but for my brother and I, we got to go home with the real hero.