How horror came to me. I was 7. Dad took me to “Day of the Triffids”. I was so scared I tried to hide under the theater seat. 

That night at my grampa’s house I slept in the front room. Through the picture window I could see some odd trees across the street and it was plainly obvious that those trees were triffids. I was up half the night keeping an eye on them.

That was it. I was hooked then and forever.