Tag: Wes Craven

212a. Freddy Krueger

I was six or seven years old. It was summer-ish. My dad was either working, on a business trip, or a guy’s weekend trip. Just me and my mom. She had made dinner for me. Pork chops, fried potatoes, peas and apple sauce. I still own the dishes she served them on. It’s still a …

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