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It’s funny how things change as you get older.
When I was younger I was the biggest scaredy cat you’ve ever seen.
I was not particularly fond of the dark and I hated fright flicks.
I can remember watching “Friday the 13th” for the first time with half of an eye open, covered by my shaking hands.
Even though I only got through about half of the movie, I had nightmares for weeks, maybe months.
When my Cub Scout troop went to a haunted house, we all were excited.
It would be a terrifying, but nonetheless fun time.
As we waited in line for more than an hour, all we talked about was the potential monsters and ghouls that waited for us inside.
By the time we arrived at the door, I refused to go in.
No amount of money would have convinced me otherwise.
Now that I like to think I’ve grown up, I absolutely love all things horror related.
I remember my senior year of high school putting on a hockey mask to dress like the villain from “Friday the 13th” to scare my future wife.
As she pulled into her parent’s driveway in pitch dark, I hid behind a tree until she walked by.
I thought she was going to collapse on the spot.
It was funny at the time, but if someone would have done that to me when I was younger, I would have peed my pants.
Today, I would have thought of a way to get the culprit back.
Although I love all types of movies, I will pick a scary one any day of the week over a huge Hollywood blockbuster.
In fact, I recently went a week-long film festival where the majority of what was shown was meant to send chills down your spine.
The hilarious thing is that now I am not easily frightened whereas I used to jump at the sight of a masked man around Halloween.
Maybe, I have been desensitized from all of the gruesome things I’ve seen on the screen, but most of the blood and carnage I see in movies doesn’t faze me.
On some level, I’m sure that is not a good thing.
I am dying to go to a haunted house now, but I can’t get anyone to go.
My wife is too afraid and no type of bribery can change her mind.
My 2-year-old son will be a great companion in about a decade or so.
Right now, he is at the same stage I was at when I was younger.
He is not too pleased even when we see someone dressed up as Frisch’s Big Boy at a pumpkin patch.
With time, I’m sure he will see things differently and hopefully he will share my love for horror movies as well.
But I will give him this, it is a little creepy seeing a giant Big Boy walking around.
(Bryan Marshall is the staff writer for the Grant County News. He can be reached at 824-3343 or by e-mail at firstname.lastname@example.org.)