When I was about 6 or 7 years old my family lived on Elemendorf AFB in Anchorage, Alaska. One winter evening, my 14-year-old brother and a couple of his friends, walked with me to the on-base movie theater to see the late show: The Thing. Not only did it scare the c.... out of me, but all the way home they took great joy in running off and leaving me to walk alone to our on-base house about a mile from the theater. I lost track of the number of times, they jumped out from behind snowbanks to scare me. I know I've seen lots of movies since then, but that one was the scariest to me.