It was a boys club sleepover at church. Dads were there. My dad was there. Popcorn in paper grocery bags. Cheese balls. Root Beer. Mustaches. Beer Guts.  It was late - I was starting to get antsy - because I was afraid to sleep anywhere but home - and it was getting late.

My neurons were in nervous overdrive.  I started getting comfortable watching some movie about kids building a spaceship.  Then the alien they meet (who isn’t entirely meant to be scary, and for some reason talks like bugs bunny) TOTALLY pushes me over the edge.

There is a gap in my memory, and we’re watching another movie - some kid rips a penis off of a statue.  I don’t like how crude they all seem to be acting.

So the first movie….turns out that was EXPLORERS (1985)….the 2nd movie…that was the goonies.  It’s weird when these fuzzy memories get focused - mostly due to youtube.