This reminds me of one of my parents worst parenting efforts -EVER.
Now, as backdrop, my mother NEVER took us to movies (my dad did all the time, but lived with mom). But when they did, wow, talk about doozies. For example, we were the four people who saw Ishtar. In theatres. Like wth?
Anyways... when I was 8, and my sister 7, we went to a fair / festivale. We won some plus toys, my sister loved her campy milar balloon, a nice family excursion. Until, for some godforsaken reason, a woman who would not feed us "any preservatives or unnatural ingredients" and didnt let me have play guns, decides it's a good idea to go to.... Poltergeist.
LIKE WHAT THE HELL, MOM? I'm 8, my sis is freakin' 7. So, we watch it, I'm scared / confused / enthralled, but there we sat, through the whole thing. Like not once did my mother think, maybe this is not right, especially for my daughter who had to be consoled as she ran out screaming from ET.
Story gets so much better. Because you know a 7 year old may have a tough time sleeping after, well, ####### Poltergeist. At 3 in the morning, there are 100% bloodcurdling screams. I mean, something just awful was happening in my sisters room down the hall.
Because, if you are going to take your young kids to Poltergeist, it might not be a good idea to give your daughter a helium filled milar ballon... that ever so slowly began to drift down... and up, and down... and up with the currents of A/C as the spooky light and shadows of the trees reflect off it's shiny exterior like a damn ghost.
Well done mom. And you wondered why she became weird.