When I entered the fourth grade, they started an after school program where you have lunch and finish homework. After all the educational stuff you get to have fun, we created lanyards and had fun in gym. That particular day my grandmother picked me up and we walked home as usual. I came home to witness my mom watching some random movie in English, which was weird because she didn’t speak English. My two older sisters were cuddled in blankets on my parents bed watching the movie. So I just casually sat down and watched with them. Worst decision, I do not know why I didn’t turn away or leave. The movie was called “The Bride of Chucky”, and being nine years old, I was literally scarred for life. For your protection I will not post a picture, you don’t wanted nightmares for the next three years like me.

         Luckily for me, the world created Toy Story and Monsters Inc., monsters are never scary and now toys aren’t as well. I actually hoped my Barbie dolls moved when I wasn’t home or asleep. And the cute cuddly monsters were blue and funny. Movies are a powerful tool people. I enjoy Greek monsters like the Cyclopes and sirens. I still despise that killer doll, I mean pouring acid on people, really? Mythological creatures are fabulous, the modern vampire and werewolves, unicorns, and Phoenix’s? They are epic, the monsters I dislike are the Grudge, Jason, etc. etc.

        My eldest sister enjoys horror with a passion. It was a big problem to get use to it. I soon learned to enjoy the Nightmare before Christmas. I love that movie now, but the boogie man freaked me out. I thought he was under my bed or staircase. So I still get scared, but now I can enjoy other horrors.