We had the tradition for as long as I could remember. Every Friday night, we'd take turns picking out movies. The smell of the popcorn popping on the stove filled the air, as did the sweet butter melting over an open flame. The table would always be full with packages of licorice, gummy bears, and chocolate covered raisin-my mom had a sweet tooth and this was her chance to give into it. We'd dim the lights and all take our places on the couch, cuddled up under a blanket. I remember looking around at my mom, dad, and sister one Friday night in particular and seeing the content peaceful looks on their faces as the music started to tell us that the movie was about to begin.