Earnestly Scared Stupid

When I was a little girl (about 8 years old) I saw Ernest Scared Stupid for the first time. I think it is without a doubt, the best Halloween movie in the entire galaxy (now that’s a hyperbole!). My favorite scene stars Ernest trying to figure out what it is that destroys the troll. He comes to the conclusion that meack (me-ack) is the answer to end the terror of the booger-faced monster. Of course, it’s not meack but milk. The ugly thing was just allergic to dairy products. It’s just such a silly and fun movie.

Ernest TrollI was so afraid of this movie that I had a real difficult time going outside and when I did, I carried my brother’s baseball bat. I was terrified to walk down the driveway to get the mail because I was sure that huge troll had crammed himself into our standard-sized mailbox, and he was going to turn me into a wooden statue when I opened the door. This was a time when we lived in the private community in east Texas, so the driveway was not that long.

What a dork!

Beetlejuice was pretty awesome too, but way more scary to me back then. I hear it now, “Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beeltejuice!” I used to imagine him in the curtains of our bedroom while everyone else was sleeping. It was awful (and wonderful) to have such a strong imagination.