Confession

During lunch today, we got into a discussion about old television shows that we watched as kids, those we liked and disliked. A variety of classic comedies were mentioned...Petticoat Junction, Green Acres, The Munsters, The Addams Family, etc. I confessed that, as a child, I had a love/hate relationship with the Gothic soap Dark Shadows. I was seven years old when the show began (older than I remembered this afternoon), but still a very impressionable age. Around that time, my grandmother cared for us during the day, and she had an affinity for scary stories, supposedly because she was born on Halloween. Every weekday afternoon, our eyes were glued to the set, waiting to see if Victoria would be Barnabas Collins' next puncture victim. I was always an eager viewer, but in the back of my mind, I knew I would pay later...once it was bedtime. I dreaded the moment I would have to turn out the light, only to be swallowed up in darkness. If that were the only swallowing that went on though, that would be a good thing! So before going to sleep, I went through my ritual of looking in my closet and under my bed, because I was ever fearful a vampire would be hiding in one place or the other. Of course, I never discovered a vampire, but that didn't keep me from having my blanket tightly secured around my neck with my hands...just in case. ;)