Starts like this: Naive, clueless little ten-year-old me was flipping through the channels one day and came across a movie...I'd heard of Stephen King before and knew just enough about the story to recognize said movie as It. I knew I should probably change the channel fast, but as the first cliche goes, curiosity killed the cat. I left the TV where it was and watched about thirty minutes of a scary-as-heck clown wreaking havoc and all sorts of nasty stuff before Mom came in and took the remote.
Thirty minutes was plenty.
I had nightmares for a week and still have the occasional flashback. To this day, I'm uneasy whenever I see a picture of dear Pennywise the clown. Why do I bring this up? Well, let me circle back to my conundrum and two more cliches. Do I get back on the horse that threw me, or do I let sleeping dogs lie? I could read--and finish--the book and possibly put an old fear to bed, or I could avoid stirring up a hornet's nest (look! Another cliche!) and forget about the whole thing. What to do? What to do?
Is a puzzlement!
Your pal,
Angels
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