Not this one...
but this one.
She was 5.
I did cover her eyes during all the right scenes, though...or, at least, I hope I did. You know how guilt can sometimes distort a memory over time.
Because of her love for this goose-bump-inducing genre, she is rarely fearful of “scary” Halloweenish things. She can sit through movies, read books and walk through most any haunted house (of the commercial variety) with nary a whimper.
But she will not, under any circumstance, go near a certain trunk in our house alone. Why? Well, check back later tomorrow and I’ll tell you.
Right now I have got to get warm. I just got in from the football game and I'm absolutely chilled to the bone. Brrrrr. A chilly night in Middle Tennessee for sure.