I grew up in a fairly small town in Utah, and my parents had to go out of town for a weekend on a business trip. My parents left me in charge of my younger siblings, and they made sure that we were stocked up on food and other essentials and had local relatives who would check in on us. As soon as they left town, I jumped into my dad's truck ( I was 15 and unlicensed) and drove the back roads to the local video store where I checked out a bunch of R-rated videos like the Nightmare on Elm Street series, and some naughtier 80's skin flicks like Porky's. I then proceeded to return home and watch those movies with my younger siblings. I thought that I was in the clear until my parents got home and my younger siblings dropped a few F-bombs (nobody in my family normally talked that way, and they got it from watching the movies). One of my younger siblings also had some bad nightmares from watching the horror flicks. Once my parents got the full story, they were really ticked, and they didn't leave us home alone again for a couple of years.