I grew up in (and with) Trump Village from the day I was born in 1964 through the mid-80’s. I look back now from this nice house and “neighborhood” in the suburbs and think, “Man, what a great place to have been a kid.” With all that we have now, I really wish my kids could experience half the adventures and half the spontaneity we had in Brighton Beach/Coney Island and, in particular, in Trump, that Jewish ghetto by the sea. Between the beach, the parks, the street games, the public transportation, the thousands of kids in Trump and in the surrounding neighborhoods, and all the energy and excitement only the streets of New York can offer, it was an amazing place. My clearest memory of the Trump Cinema, aside from the short time it turned into a XXX theater, was as a 7 year old, picketing outside the theater with my older brother (by 2 years) and his (our) friends. We were “protesting” because they wouldn’t let us in to see “Billy Jack.” We went back three days in a row after school and really thought they’d eventually let us in. Never happened. The theater was as small as described in other posts, but for us it was magical, a place our parents could drop us off to see the newest kids' movies and cartoons. Really cool to have found this site. Mitch
I grew up in (and with) Trump Village from the day I was born in 1964 through the mid-80’s. I look back now from this nice house and “neighborhood” in the suburbs and think, “Man, what a great place to have been a kid.” With all that we have now, I really wish my kids could experience half the adventures and half the spontaneity we had in Brighton Beach/Coney Island and, in particular, in Trump, that Jewish ghetto by the sea. Between the beach, the parks, the street games, the public transportation, the thousands of kids in Trump and in the surrounding neighborhoods, and all the energy and excitement only the streets of New York can offer, it was an amazing place. My clearest memory of the Trump Cinema, aside from the short time it turned into a XXX theater, was as a 7 year old, picketing outside the theater with my older brother (by 2 years) and his (our) friends. We were “protesting” because they wouldn’t let us in to see “Billy Jack.” We went back three days in a row after school and really thought they’d eventually let us in. Never happened. The theater was as small as described in other posts, but for us it was magical, a place our parents could drop us off to see the newest kids' movies and cartoons. Really cool to have found this site. Mitch