When you’re a kid, your mind runs wild with creativity and dreams and fear. You’re young and naive and it’s not entirely crazy to think that your parents actually catch on fire if they get fired from their job. I mean, why would they call it that?! Or that monsters were lurking outside your bedroom window getting ready to bite your toenails off and take away your stuffed animals. Kids are f*cking weird, man.
It should make sense that ET doesn’t live in your parents bedroom, and you definitely shouldn’t be scared that your family’s VCR is going to flatten out your brother and eat him, but kids are crazy and are scared of anything and everything. Hey, I still run out of a room whenever I turn the lights out. No judgement, kiddos.
So relish in the irrational fears of yore because there’s nothing like a little bit of climate change, racism, and impending political doom to make you feel afraid AF. We grow up, the monsters change, but we can always count on the fact that nothing can get you when your feet are 100% under the blanket! Or something like that.