Traumatized for Life: A Childhood Memory #MFRWAuthor Blog Hop, Week 21
I managed to harvest a photo from the past, and a childhood memory of an event that forever impacted my choice of entertainment.
Rites of Passage
The date: May 8th. My brother and I made our First Holy Communion along with 30 or 40 other children. I was in first grade, he was in second. We’d moved the summer before, and the base chapel where my dad was stationed before worked on a different sacramental schedule. My poor brother got stuck with little first graders.
First Communion is a huge rite of passage involving much preparation. We practiced our processional, endured hours of catechism, shopped for the dress, the veil, the shoes, and in my brother’s case, a suit. All the extended family attended, even the Methodists and Baptists in our little clan.
And then, all the family piled into cars and went back to our tiny two-bedroom house where my parents hosted a big party in our honor.
And then…
With all the cousins running around in the tight little space, someone turned on a movie to distract us: Abbott and Costello Meet Frankenstein.
Good Lord!
I know, I know, it’s a funny movie, if you watch it as an adult. Abbott and Costello are hilarious. But my seven-year-old reaction was the same as my son’s when he came home from a sleepover at a friend’s house when he was seven. His host had put on the first Chucky movie.
That day I went from receiving Jesus in Holy Communion to having the Bejesus scared out of me!
I don’t really do horror
Though people have pushed me to try. I saw Halloween in the movie theater. Yes, the 1978 version with Jamie Lee Curtis. Shortly thereafter, I broke up with the guy who insisted I go with him to watch it. Nowadays, if my husband is watching a horror movie at home, I leave the room when it gets to be too much for me. I’ve probably seen all of The Shining incrementally, chopped up into manageable pieces.
I know. I’m a wimp.
This is a blog hop so please hop along with my fellow MFRW authors to see what they remember from childhood.
Image credits: the author, IMDB (movie poster), and depositphotos.com (Chucky face)