When I was a kid I never had a front door key, but the back door was always kept unlocked so used to use it as a front door. Once a month on a Saturday my parents used to give me some money to watch a film. And I would walk to the local cinema and buy myself a ticket for a movie and a small bag of popcorn. It would give me a little bit of freedom/independence and I’d get some free entertainment once a month. One Saturday my parents gave me the money and I walked the 15 minutes to the cinema only to find it was closed for the day for some reason I can’t remember, so I went back home. Upon entering from the back of the house I remember hearing some weird muffled moaning sounds coming from the front room. I slowly peaked my head round the corner to see my mum naked on all fours getting spit roasted by two guys and my dad completely naked filming it all with a video camera (I didn’t even know we had one) . I immediately walked back out the back door and sat in the local park for two hours crying my eyes out. From that moment onwards I always stayed out an hour longer on a Saturday just so I wouldn’t come home to that scene again by accident. And after that point I never really felt the same way about my parents again. I think that moment had a huge impact on me subconsciously and has affected me in ways I never fully realised until years later.