My parents used to put us on a plane to go see my grandparents once a summer.  I always enjoyed the week away with them.  And it was fun to get spoiled and feel like an only child.

When I was 5 years old, my grandfather took me to a matinee one day.  He told me we were going to see The Muppet Movie.  We ended up at Clash of the Titans.  It was the scariest thing I had ever seen.

In my world where demons were real, Medusa and sisters burned into my psyche and became the stuff of my nightmares.  I spent most of the movie on his lap facing backwards staring intently at the guy behind us.  (To the guy behind us: I’m sorry, that was probably weird for you.)

Sure, now I can differentiate the difference between a demon and a gorgon.  But that slithering, snakey, scaley sister snuck into my senses to stay.