"I cowered behind the sofa. When I did look up the scene was one of utter horror. I was just 3 years old at the time, half way through my first horror movie: Freddie Krugar, Michael Myers, even Pennyworth the Clown, the characters forever embedded in my memory and it's all thanks to one person, my dear old Mum. My mum loves horror movies and she watched them all the time. My dad on the other hand was too scared to watch them. Obviously he hasn't got a handle on reality yet. When I was 3 watching horror films became something of a chore. My mum believed that by sitting me in front of the television had come to realise that it was all just make believe. How right she was.
The first film I saw "Jaws", yeah the one with the big shark eating people. I watched from behind my Gran's chair, peering around the sides to see if the horror was over. But after watching it 5 or 6 times, I eventually sat like most children, quietly engrossed in the cinematic beauty of it all. Not that that meant much to me then. By the time I was ten I had seen hundreds, possibly thousands of horror films, including "Dracula", "Halloween" and "Nightmare on Elm Street". Believe it or not it actually worked. I was no longer whimpering like a little girl behind the chair. No, I was sitting with everyone else, completely mesmerised by all the gore. I know what you're thinking - young boy watching horror films equals murderous intent. Blame the mother. Well no, because now I can sit in front of the cinema screen and watch some of the scariest, goriest films ever made and not even flinch. Thanks to my mum, nothing scares me anymore - except for clowns but that's a different story."