The other day, something reminded me of the first time I ever directly and deliberately disobeyed my parents. I'll tell the story below, for anyone interested. I'd be curious to hear others' stories, too.
For me, the moment came in 1964 at the height of Beatlemania. Now, I won't say I was the most crazed Beatles fanatic in the world, but I had a pretty serious case. And that's when A Hard Day's Night came out.
One of the local theaters announced a special opening-day event for the movie with advance tickets required. My neighborhood friends were all going, and of course I wanted to go as well. But when I asked permission, my folks said no. I guess they thought those British boys would be a bad influence on an 11-year-old preacher's kid. (Actually I'm not sure whether they objected to the movie, or to the special event aspect, but either way they refused permission.)
This kid, though, was not to be denied. I bought the advance ticket with my own money and told my folks that my friends were going to a different movie after all. They let me go along. Of course I went to the Beatles flick. Later they asked if we'd gone to A Hard Day's Night and I told a bald-faced lie: that my friends had, but I'd gone to a different theater.
Now here's the funny part. I was nailed with karmic retribution. That special showing was the craziest, nuttiest scene I'd ever been to. The theater was packed with screaming teenagers... I mean, literally screaming and crying, just like you see in the old news footage of the early Beatles concerts. (The local paper even carried a story about it; it seems the kids did some damage to the theater by jumping on the seats and such.)
So even though I went to the movie and saw it, I didn't hear it at all! For a long time afterward (until I finally saw it under saner conditions) I really had no clue what the movie was about, other than that the Beatles were in it.
Does anybody else here have a similar coming-of-age moment to share?