My dads brother visited us one time - when I was around 7 years old - and they sent me to bed and watched a movie together on TV. I’m not sure where my mom was, perhaps taking care of my little brother, but I quietly went down the stairs and saw them watching the movie, and I stayed very quietly so they would not know I’m there.
It was a Bruce Lee movie, “The Big Boss (1971)”. In that movie Bruce works at a ice factory and his boss kills some people and puts them into the ice. That’s not the worst of it. They then have those big ice blocks and a big blade saw and that saw cuts the big blocks into smaller peaces. It also cuts those bodies in the ice blocks into smaller pieces.
I couldn’t believe what I saw and went back upstairs and couldn’t fall asleep. I never told my parents.
First horror movie ever saw was Nightmare on Elm Street. Was 5 and only reason mom allowed it was because kids were calling me Freddy Kruger and I didn’t know why. After I watched it I thought “cool” and when I went back to school I taught back to the kids that yes I was and I would visit them in their dreams. They didn’t call me that anymore.
That’s a pretty boss move, I don’t know if I’d be that quick thinking