Flying Omelette wrote:Sometimes visiting other people's homes can be like going to a whole new planet. The main problem I had with visiting friends' houses when I was a kid was that I always found their parents to be really obnoxious, and usually the father more than the mother. I had two different friends whose houses I eventually refused to go to anymore because their fathers would follow us around the whole time barking orders. When one of them asked me why I stopped visiting I simply had to be upfront and truthful with her - your father drives me nuts. She refused to come to my place instead or meet somewhere else, so that pretty much ended it.
I thought maybe my cousin's family might just be really poor or something (though my mother constantly complained that we were poor, so I must've thought my cousin was really, REALLY poor), but then sometime in the future, I spent the night at a friend's house, and the exact same thing happened!
On the subject of Scooby Doo, when I was a little kid, the robot in the carnival episode scared me, especially the scene where Shaggy and Scooby were on a rollercoaster, and it was in the back car and starting climbing across the cars to get to them.
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