When I was a kid I lived in a huge house that was divided in sections; two families lived in different sections, some were part factory, part office, part workshop and changed over the years.

In of the common windows of the house, one day, a VHS appeared. It was labeled Batman. Tim Burton’s movie was old news, so it was probably 1991; which means I was 9 years old.

The VHS sat there for weeks. Until one day I considered permanently unclaimed and took it to my living room. I tossed it among the other VHS, I didn’t care about Batman anymore. It sat there for weeks.

One day, my family was watching a political TV show and during the advertisements they were deep in discussing. It was all so boring. I’ve decided it was time to try said VHS. I communicated it to everybody present and nobody even acknowledged my existence. I was pretty pissed.

I got up, walked to the TV. Our VHS player was on top of the TV. I put the cassette in and pressed play.

Immediately I saw a whole screen of skin. I pressed stop as fast as I could. I couldn’t really make things out, but everything on the screen was skin. I started thinking as fast as possible. Was that porn? wasn’t it? Very likely it was.

Oh my god! my family! What are they doing now? I was standing in front of the TV, about 50cm away from it. My family was on my back. I stood still, thinking, listening. More and more political discussion. Is it possible I’m getting away with it? Nobody noticed the porn movie in the big TV.

Without saying a word I picked the VHS and walked away, to my room, to hide it. Nobody said a word about ever. I watched it alone, I watched it with friends. It was very hardcore. It even had a watersports scene. I think I now know what screwed up my mind as a child.

One day, feeling guilty, I cut the tape. Another day, feeling horny, I fixed. One day, when my parents said they were torn my room upside down to find out what was giving that weird smell, I throw it away.

In my infinite wisdom I throw it the neighbor’s roof. It sat there for years and years haunting me, threatening with revealing it contents. One day it was gone.