Now winter’s coming, Bram and I have been taking a nostalgic cinematic trip to our childhood.
I can’t remember how many times I watched this movie when I was a kid. It had everything: adventure, spirit, love, witty banter, legend, cheeky jokes and lots and lots of scary scenes. Or at least, I thought so. Because everytime this scene would come up, I would turn around or bury my head in my hands. In my imagination, snakes were all over the place. The monkey brains as well. The scary man would eat them, with some pieces left between his teeth. Â Etc. Etc.
Turns out there’s nothing to be afraid of. What else has my vivid imagination scared me into not discovering?