A recent thread about "bad" music groups reminded me of when I was growing up. My mom went through my record collection, and literally scratched with a nail all the "bad" songs on the record. In some cases, I was
lucky , fortunate to keep one or two songs on an album.
Sure enough, years later, as a fan of music, I kept many old albums, and going through them I saw how many scratches were on the records. Deep scratches, so you could not play the song at all. And then, sometimes she would mess up and accidently cut into a good song.
The PO of our hall even came over and gave his approval or more often than not, his disapproval over my record collection.
Not only did I have to answer up to my parents, but the damn elders! And my dad was an elder, and anything I did wrong I still had to answer up to the elders, like having two sets of parents!
We all remember the core rules, but what extremes did you experience?