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One of my scariest childhood memories is my grandmother taking me to our neighborhood movie theater to see the Disney animation Little Red Riding Hood.
I even forgot how old I was at the time but I remember the shock of watching the big bad wolf eating up both the grandma and the little girl with the red hood! It was the most violent thing I had encountered up until that age.
I remember most of the other kids somehow cheering and having a good time at precisely those scenes where I was trying to hide under my seat. That's why I suppose I always had a rather different take on the issue of "violence in movies" and thought about it for some time.
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