The very first movie my mom took me to was E.T. I was maybe 5 at the time. My mom thought I'd LOVE E. T., but I hated him. He scared the heebeegeebees out of me. So much so, that when he "went home" at the end, I cheered while everyone else cried. "Good riddens," I thought.
How can you be scared of something so cute you ask?
Every since that movie I'd have to sleep with my closet door closed at night. The scene with E. T. amongst all of the stuffed animals, hiding in the closet burned in my memory for all time. I used to reason with myself that the odds of a fictional character coming out of MY closet were about as slim or more slim, than the odds of my childhood crush (Christian Bale from Treasure Island and The Newsies) coming out my closet. And I'd would have liked that much better!
So tell me, what was your childhood monster?