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.