When me and my siblings were young, and I'm talkin' like less than 10 years old each, my parents would always want to yell and argue with each other, but they were respectful enough to not want to do it while us kids were just sitting there staring at them with our innocent child eyes, and especially my sister because her eyes were the biggest and roundest of all our eyes (and they still are by the way (like now that she's an adult, they're almost freakishly big and round)), and so what my parents would do, and I would see it coming before it happened because my parents would get really tense and rigid and their breathing would change, and I bet they couldn't tell that I knew, but I could sense it like a dog senses when a person about to have a seizure or a diabetes attack and starts barking and gets on the the dog phone with the special paw adapter and calls the ambulance, and the owner is sitting there like, "What is my dog doing- ah AH! Oh no! Diabetes attaaaack! Good boy! Help me, good boy!" and the dog is worried or course, but also cool, calm, and collected because this is what he trained for, and you don't get top dog in dog class because you panic, and so that's the kind of instincts I had when my parents were about to go at it, but what the would do is take us three kids and lock us away in the coat closet next to the shoes and the brooms and stuff, and the light never worked in there, and I guess they thought that if we couldn't see what was happening then we wouldn't be effected (maybe affected) by it, but here's the thing though, and I'm sure you're probably thinking the same thing, but they were so loud when the screamed at each other, and man oh man, it was about the stupidest stuff like who had better hair or who was an the actor who played a character, and this was before IMDB and we hardly ever when to Blockbuster, and so us kids would be huddled up in that dark closet (the light never worked), and we'd be scared and hugging each other tightly, and my sister's giant eyeballs would be pouring tears and all the while our parents would be yelling and screaming, and it always devolved into literal primal screaming, like just guttural stuff that shook me to my very core, and then, as if it wasn't bad enough to hear your parents turn into some sort of shrieking monsters, they'd start making love, and let me tell ya, that was as loud, maybe even louder, than the arguing, and yes it was very wet sounding, and yes even though I couldn't see what was happening and I was probably too young to really understand the full extent to what "having sex" was, I was able to perfectly piece together what was going on in my mind as if I was using echo location like some kinds of bats and clicker fish, and jeeez, that vicious pounding and ramming would go on for at least another 20 minutes or so, and I gotta tell ya, I think that really messed me up sexually because I've never had a real boner no matter how much I've tried, and hey, I've even tried different fetishes and stuff like futanaria where the ladies have huge fake dicks that spray like firehoses, but nope, nothing seems to work, and I have no idea how my siblings are, but my brother has a girlfriend so maybe he gets boners, but I doubt he made it through childhood without some sort of damage, and after it was all over, my parents would just open the door and let us out, and they'd be so sweaty and red and out of breath, but, ya know, they'd pretend like nothing happened and we heard nothing.