I’m going way off today, but the prompt made me do it!
When I think of Thriller, for some reason my mind goes to chiller…CHILLER THEATER that is. I’m obviously dating myself here, but I’m hoping some of you will recall a television series that showed B-horror movies late every Saturday night, well at least in New York back in the sixties it did.
My parents would do ‘date nights’, and Grandpa and Grandma would babysit my baby brother and me. (They lived right across the street from us on Long Island…a real-life Everybody Loves Raymond) I remember Gram hitting the sack early, but Grandpa and I would stay up late. Right before 11 o’clock, I’d climb in his lap, and he’d ask, “What time is it kid?”
In the most scary, deep-throated voice this little kid could muster, I’d reply, “It’s time for CHIIILLER…THEEEATER!” My grandfather actually let me stay up way past my bedtime to watch horror movies! How cool is that?
Half the time, I had my face hidden in his chest, but that didn’t matter because Grandpa could protect me from the monsters. My parents always admonished him upon returning, but he’d just wink at me, kiss me goodnight and tell me he’d see me in the morning.
Chiller Theater was a thriller alright, especially for a four-year old!
Don’t forget to check out my co-host Carlie M A Cullen’s post today; it’s a fun one.