My childhood monster was a super hero, actually. The Incredible Hulk. I was fascinated by Bixby's depiction of the green monster, and terrified that such a normal looking person could so easily turn into a raging beast. I'd beg to watch the show, only to have nightmares and scream to my parents that the Hulk was in my closet. I was all of 4 and 5 when watching the show, and would be devastated when my mom tried to deny my watching it to avoid those horrible nights. I'd quietly sneak into the living room, turn the volume on low, and watch it until I got caught.
These days, my almost-five-year old daughter shares the same fascination and fear of the Hulk. When we watch The Avengers, she screams "HULK SMASH" in victory when he's good, but she's so hurt and saddened during his bad times. The same is true of the Avengers cartoon I found on Netflix for her. I wonder what it is about him that captured both my imagination and hers?
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What was your childhood monster?
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