No love for horror movies. My folks would take us to drive in-movies as a kid in the mid 60s. One night I think we were at Lenny Bruce (1967) and some other movie (often double features in those days). During intermission they showed the trailer for "Two Thousand Maniacs". I was five. Scared the CRAP out of me and left an impression till this day. It was traumatic. I'm all grown now and am not scared by almost anything, but the memory of that disturbing event still haunts me.
It didn't help matters that my dad would get blitzed on a pint of whisky and a 6 pack of Coors. He and my mom would fight the whole time. I love my life, but don't miss childhood in the least.
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