Dang, I wish I rememebred more of my LBT anniversaries!
I come onto threads like this and read how LBT has touched so many people and then I think, "derp when did I watch my first LBT film?"
*proceeds with many, many facepalmings*
Haha, same here. LBT has been in my life since I was about 3 or 4 years old, and back then I didn't bother keeping track of the date! 
One thing I do remember is that in this pub that I used to go to with my mum there used to be this guy selling pirate copies of films on a Friday, and my mum bought me a copy of LBT 13 (I believe I was around 8 at the time). The faces of the characters on the cover really creeped me out so I never watched it! Now I'm starting to think that was the wisest decision I've ever made. 
Heh, I don't remember the dates for most of them too. I mean, I can kind of remember the year or year range. LBT1-LBT8 was between 1998-2003 roughly. It was so awesome and surreal
. I watched 10-13 as well as some of the tv show between 2004-2007 (most in beginning years). And then maybe half a year ago I decided to watch the whole show.
And then LBT9 I think 2004? LBT9 was such a memory for me, and it's for a very sad reason. We had been at a friend's house (wife, husband, two daughters [I was the daughter's age]) and we got snacks and movies at a movie rental place. Me and one of my brothers wanted to watch LBT9 and all the others watched another movie. Except their dad. Back in about 2001, we spent 6 months in a big missionary furlough neighborhood (or something like that). Allen, the dad, would host these game nights at a building and all the kids would come to play board games like battleship and ants in my pants and things like that (I had seen him other times too). He was always so happy and helpful. Anyway, at this time in like 2004 or 05, Allen decides to watch LBT9 with us. He said he had never heard of LBT. I think he might've found it childish, but it was a happy movie, and he enjoyed it and laughed some too.
And then couple to a few years later, while we're back in our North Carolina home (we had been in florida then), my mom sniffs as she comes upstairs and tells all of us sons that Allen had a stroke (EDIT heart attack. he had had a heart condition) and was found passed away in a neighbor's yard (he mowed people's yards for the community whether they were There or not). No one was around when it happened, but my mom said he was smiling when it did. We later attended the funeral, and everyone teared up. Allen, for one, was no elderly man; he was a fun-loving, brown-haired charming man who loved children and helping others.
LBT 9 was literally the last memory I had with him alive.
I find console in the fact, however, he was a devout protestant christian, and I know exactly where he is right now
