I saw my first scary movie when I was around seven. It was halloween and I just finished trick or treating. I was watching tv and Friday the 13th was on. I sat glued to the television only looking away periodically to go through my candy. That was the beginning of a life long obsession with horror movies. Fortunately, my friend had a sister who worked at the video store a couple blocks away. She would let me “borrow” any movie I wanted as long as I brought it back within two days. Way back then, I would rent movies based solely on the cover ( or the occasional commercial) since the internet did not exist yet. Which is how I was traumatized by renting the last house on the left. I watched dumbfounded saying to myself, “What is going on?” “This isn’t scary!” “What are they doing to her?” Lesson learned Aimee! From that point on I actually read the back of the video instead of just renting the one with the creepiest cover. Where was my parental supervision through all of this? Who knows? I was a middle child who kept out of trouble and never gave my parents a reason to keep a close eye on me. If they only knew. Well, I won’t be jumping from any planes or running with the bulls anytime soon, or ever. So I’ll continue to get my adrenaline fix from scary movies.