FormalMango

FormalMango t1_iuelvpx wrote

So a little backstory: my dad was in the military, and was away a lot when I was growing up. But whenever he was home, Friday was "our" day. He'd pick me up from school on Friday and we'd go fishing or shopping, or out to the airport to look at the planes or the dock to watch the boats come in. Sometimes we'd just drive around looking at interesting buildings, or we'd go wander around a caryard and he'd talk to me about the different types of cars for sale. Whatever.

On the way home, we'd get takeaway and stop at the video shop and pick a movie each to watch on the floor in front of the TV while he worked on whatever needed doing around the house. So he'd usually have a drop sheet spread out on the floor and be cleaning something or fixing something.

And we'd each pick a movie, and my dad didn't really pay attention to parental advice warnings. He just wanted to show me the films he loved, and some of them (in hindsight) I was probably too young for.

Before I was 12, I'd seen: Apocalypse Now, Porky's, Dirty Harry, Barbarella, Easy Rider, Bonnie & Clyde, The Dirty Dozen, Animal House, a lot of Spaghetti Westerns, the Deer Hunter. Plus a lot more.

Weirdly, I wasn't allowed to watch The Terminator because my parents through it was too violent.

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