A Nightmare in SandyLand
The first time I spent the night at my high school BFF’s place, I had just turned 16. I was already very nervous and a little shy. Mostly because I had a little crush on one of her brothers. I was ecstatic to be there but also scared to death. My fear grew even stronger when I walked into Kim’s room for the first time and saw she shared her room with a life-sized cardboard cut-out of Freddy Krueger. WTF?? Why would a 14 year old girl have anything of Freddy Krueger in her room? (Turns out it was a hand-me-down from one of her three brothers.)
If you recall from one of last October’s posts, I really am not a fan of horror movies. Scary movies I can handle (well….at least semi-scary), horror movies I cannot. And it did not bode well for me to be alone in the dark with Freddy Effing Krueger.
I dreaded going to sleep that night. I was happy that Kim and her brothers and I stayed up later to shoot the shit and allow me to get super sleepy. But when it came time to hit the hay, I couldn’t do it. I laid there all night having a stare-down with cardboard Freddy. I didn’t dare avert my eyes…that sucker is sneaky. So I was awake….ALL.NIGHT.LONG.
When Kim’s mom strolled down the hall singing “Good mooorniing” at 6:30 the next a.m. I was relieved that someone else in the house was finally awake. Kim laughed at me when I told her that I hadn’t slept and why and when I went home later that day I had a nice long peaceful nap.
After that day, as our friendship grew into solidified BFFdom, Freddy got moved to the basement. Kind of endearing, don’tcha think?