I have a small confession to make…<< All Articles
I have a small confession to make. I don’t do well with scary or tense movies. The pounding music, the terrible stress of not knowing what’s going to happen next gets to me. I plug my ears, close my eyes, bend over and plant my face on my knees. Wayne nearly broke up with me after our first tragic movie together, The Sand Pebbles with Steve McQueen. My behavior mortified him. At the worst possible moment, I’d find a desperate need to rush to the restroom so I wouldn’t have to watch the scariest part of the movie. Fear grips me. I’m much too sensitive. These days Wayne gently pats my back and tells me when it’s safe to look again.