When I was a kid, I used to run up the stairs of my house,
and when I came towards the top,
I would jump as high as I could over the top stair,
pretending that Freddy Kreuger’s hand was popping out of it.
If I didn’t jump high enough,
or if I tripped on the way up,
Freddy Kreuger “killed” me.
I eventually outgrew this, and I haven’t jumped over the top step
of a staircase in about fifteen years.
However, maybe I should start doing that again.
That’s the thing about Freddy Kreuger.
He always kills people when they least expect it.
October 1, 2006