My earliest, traumatic memory

Sherburne, New York. It was a rare moment where my grandfather, Ken, was watching Casey, Cynde and me. For some reason, we watched "The Blob" (1958) -- replayed in the late 70s or early 80s -- and this film freaked me out. I remember needing to go for a walk afterwards to calm down. I didn't like this film. I think my grandfather laughed at my silly reaction, but I was sure that "The Blob" would eventually get me.

As quirky as it sounds, I am still waiting.