I read the book WAAAAY too young in the 6th grade. I don't know what the fuck my parents were thinking allowing me to read it.
My folks never censored our art...so I read King very young as well. My third grade book report on
Thinner prompted a parent/teacher meeting.
Was allowed to watch Buddy Hackett, Pryor, Eddie Murphy and tons...literal fuck tons...of George Carlin.
My parents went out one night and left my older sister in charge (she was around 11 and I was 8.) The folks had been watching
The Exorcist on HBO. Just as the front door closed behind them "HELP ME" showed up on Linda's stomach and I was fucking terrified. Cujo fucked with me pretty hard as well.
The one thing my mom ever confiscated from my sisters and I?
As Nasty As They Wanna Be. Never understood her logic there. But a dubbed Memorex labelled "Motley Crue - Too Fast For Love" kept her in the dark shortly thereafter.