"It was during these early years that I was plagued with a reoccurring nightmare of a giant green, dinosaur-like serpent. I had been enduring this for sometime (a week? a month?). One day I determined that I would just take a knife and slay the beast and be done with it. The next night, during the dream I did it. And that was that. I couldn’t abide scary movies – or the wicked witch of the west for that matter! Life at night seemed like enough to handle. One night I peered out my bedroom window to see if mom and dad were home by looking for the car in the driveway. It wasn’t there so I went out and sat under the streetlight in the road until they came home. On another occasion I did the same -- looked out for the car -- and once again it was not there. This time I just went across the street knocked on the Campbell’s door and spent the night with them. The next day I found out that mom and dad had been home -- the car had been at the mechanic’s shop."
Lost in Snow Canyon