As a kid, around 7-12 years, let's say, the movie-makers were cranking out "Sci-Fi" thrillers which did more than thrill me. "The Day the Earth Stood Still", 1951, I was 9, had mildly frightening effect. "Invaders From Mars", date unknown, frightened the wits out of me. I awoke middle of the night, scrambling to my folks' bedroom, quite a few times. Often, they just allowed me to crawl in, and go back to sleep. My imagination was blamed as too vivid.
In a few years, though, that process seemed to mend itself, after which I CRAVED the scary movies thing, and just loved it.
Any similarity to your own growing-up experiences? imp
In a few years, though, that process seemed to mend itself, after which I CRAVED the scary movies thing, and just loved it.
Any similarity to your own growing-up experiences? imp