Childhood trauma® unlocked.

I was promised that if I got good grades in school one year, that my parents would take me to go see a movie in the movie theater. I grew up barely middle class poor, so while I was never starving growing up, going to a movie theater to see a movie was a huge freakin' deal. The opportunity to see any movie I wanted was the icing on the cake, because most of the time I got to see movies in the theater it's because other family members were taking me and they wanted to see "kids stuff".

So, the time comes to pick my movie. I was ecstatic about seeing People Under The Stairs and so ready to experience that. Last minute change of plans, though. Somehow or another, my mom got forced into taking my cousin. He was absolutely terrified of anything remotely scary, so People Under The Stairs was completely off the table, but he was adamant that we needed to go see a different "horror movie", Earnest Scared Stupid.

I'm still pissed to this day. It's obviously not Wes Craven's best known horror movie, but it was and still is a decent movie and I missed out on seeing it in a theater.