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Dear diary,
                    As a child i would spend a week in the summer holidays with my grandparents on my father's side.

As a child i didn't communicate well, but even as i was approaching my time to go to secondary school (high school) they would only have me watch cbbies (a channel for young children broadcasted by the BBC.) if it was CBBC then i wouldn't have minded so much, at least they were shows aimed at just under my age bracket. But Cbbies was for babies and toddlers.

It actually got to the point where i had memorised the theme song for in the night garden and Waybuloo. Neither of which i want to explain but they are shows directed at little kids. At this time i was about the age of 10. Maybe 11.

The one thing, other than the news that they would let me watch was this french film. I has no knowledge of french at all. It was called 'The Triplets of Belleville' but obviously in french. The first time I'd seen this movie I was around seven.

Not only did the film only be in french, but the images were wildly in appropriate. In the first few minutes, there is a topless woman of colour dancing, bananas attached to her thong as she danced. That wasn't so bad, may even be why I'm gay, but still, the next scene was all the increasingly skinny husbands of the increasingly fat women in the audience turn into monkeys, storm the stage and tear this dancing woman's outfit apart to eat the bananas.

Think thats bad enough?

The next act was a tap dancer, as a child i had done tap. But the dancers shoes fly off him since he is dancing so fast.

Not bad right?

They come alive and eat him, from his feet up.

These aren't even the worst. They just set you up for the film. There are mobs, murders, violence and some creepy illustration.

So why would grandparents let a child watch this, but also only let them watch Cbbies on the broadcast channel?

I guess this entry was pretty short, but, was this traumatic?

P.S. more of the grandparents in future entrys.

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