If there’s one thing I miss about growing up, it was all the movie nights I had with my parents. Friday through Sunday, we’d always watch some of my parent’s favourite classics, or whatever was the popular kids film out at the time. I grew up on some of the best of Lucas, Spielberg and Disney, and was blown away. But at the same time, there were some questionable choices that left me with nightmares.
These films are labelled for kids, but I don’t know what they were thinking when they rated them, and I don’t know why my mom wasn’t previewing them before letting my fragile little mind watch.
I’ll never get my innocence back.