261. As a child, I used to fluctuate between sleeping with the door open or close. The argument I made to myself was “Would I rather see whatever was coming down the hallway to get me or would I rather hear them open door and pretend to be asleep?” I think I settled on the latter
As a child, my father used to let me watch whatever I wanted on television. I don’t think he had a concept for what was a “PG” movie and what was a “R” movie. Maybe he didn’t see anything wrong with a eight-year old watching movies with violence and/or nudity. Maybe he just didn’t care. Whatever the reason, I took full advantage.
I loved watching horror movies. After my parents went to bed, I would quietly turn on the little television in my room, turn the volume low and watch vampire and werewolf movies. When we got cable television in the den, I would sneak downstairs and watching Friday the 13th, A Nightmare on Elm Street and Halloween in the dark by myself. I even got my father to take me to see A Nightmare in Elm Street 4: The Dream Master when I was 11 years old. Kids in the neighborhood thought I was weird.