My mother thought I was interested in scary movies. I don't know if I was. I remember going to see this really bad movie... loose screws. loose nuts... something with nudity that I had to cover my eyes for. When we went there as a family I saw a poster for Day of the Dead. No clue what the movie was about other than a walking dead apocalypse. For some reason I was nearly begging my mother and step father to see it over that comedy. Not sure what the draw was. So apparently my mother took this to be my interest and she took me to a drive in playing many movies in all directions. I remember some cartoony movie in one direction. We were there to see Return of the Living Dead.
So I'm watching this movie. It's scary. At some point I have to cover my eyes when the girl gets naked in the cemetery. By the time people were turning into zombies from the gas (human to zombies, they were living) my mother had me turn around to watch the cartoon because this movie was too much for an 8 year old. So I turn around, this cartoon is going on to the sounds of zombies calling out "Braaaiins" and people dying, which I think scared me more. Roadhouse comes on next and I'm watching Patrick Swayze beat the hell out of people and lots of tits. To the soundtrack of zombies.
I've got no doubt that this helped shape me into the adult I am today. 31 years old. My most recent birthday was zombie themed. Yes, my friends all awesomely dressed up as zombies and we had zombie themed games/food :) For Giftmas, I got a Fido Zomcom collar my most awesome girl made for me, a zombie petshop set, a zombie sex magazine... last year I got a zombie porno. And Goth girls. They're almost like the walking sexy dead ;)
I can't even count how many zombie movies I've seen. I'll get into that later, but I've seen so damn many... at least a hundred or two. Why the extreme? I had someone ask me what aspect of a zombie appealed to me. What part of myself I saw in a zombie?
After seeing that first zombie movie, I was terrified. Anyone who would moan "Brains..." would freak the heck out of me. In hindsight I might say I was traumatized and dealt with that by driving headfirst into my fear.
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