You never forget your first time … watching a movie you know you shouldn’t be watching.

The ew.com PopWatch blog raised this topic recently, and it brought back some of my earliest movie theater memories.

My parents took me to a grand total of maybe 20 movies growing up, and that might be a stretch. So each time was a special moment, an Event in our family.

But for some reason my parents, circa 1978, decided we should all go see “Midnight Express.”

A Turkish prison picture? What 10-year-old wouldn’t want to see that?

My parents weren’t overly permissive. For a while we weren’t allowed to watch “Welcome Back, Kotter,” and it took some heavy pleading to get to see “Soap,” a mildly adult comedy from that era.

But the Totos went off to see “Midnight Express” all the same.

I’ll assume we were all vigorously entertained. Frankly, I don’t remember much about the experience … except for that last prison scene when Billy Hayes (the late Brad Davis) gets a visitor.

My 10-year-old eyes nearly popped out of my head when Billy’s old flame took off her blouse to show him what he’s been missing.

My Mom squirmed in her seat. I think my Dad was too, ahem, distracted to register his lack of parental skills.

I watched the film again, as an adult, and it became one of my all time favorites. Even grew up listening to the creepy soundtrack, which further embedded the movie in my mind.

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