(Author’s note: Nothing! Just enjoy the show!)
I Can’t Look Down
by Miles H. Rost
Fear. Palpable. Present. Loud.
Darren McCarthy’s fearful screams could be heard across the restaurant, as his mother whisked him to the darkened coat check room. The check girl immediately saw what was happening and got him into the room quickly.
“Ma’am! Is everything okay?”
“He’s going to be fine. He’s just afraid.”
His mom cradled his head and comforted him.
“What happened, ma’am?”
“He watched a scary movie last night. The artwork in the ceiling made him remember it.”
“Which movie?”
“The Poseidon Adventure.”
“That doesn’t seem so bad.”
“Movies and reality are not so different in his eyes.”
^ The scene involved ^
Music and Fiction 
I could see how that movie could be pretty scary, especially for a kid. Everything’s a lot more intense when you’re a kid.
Especially when it’s a kid with a form of autism. That was part of my inspiration.
She may need to be very careful what movies she lets him watch, but I fear for the sanity of a child brought up on a diet of nothing but Pollyanna
Sometimes, it can’t be helped when you have family members (like an older brother or sister) who likes disaster films. Learned that lesson the hard way, mself.
For some reason I thought of that movie when I saw the photo. I guess different kids can be scared by different movies – I had a cousin scared to death of Oompa Loompas and screamed whenever they were on the screen…
Some adults still have those fears… more visible nowadays than in years past.
I have to see that movie now. 🙂
It didn’t bother me at all to watch it. It was well done back in the day. The sequel, on the other hand, was absolute dreck.
That and “A Whiter Shade of Pale” Song by Procol Harum. Interesting tale. 🙂
Now you’ve got me curious…
I won’t watch the clip in case the artwork in the picture gives me a scare! Nice one though!
It’s healthy to know your own limitations.
We grow hardened as we age, not feeling fear as strongly as when we were children. I used to be very afraid of the dark, and the monsters under the bed. Not any more.
Clowns for me. VERY hard to deal with clowns. Now? Not so hard.
I was in The London Planetarium auditorium years ago when a young boy became hysterical with fear, thinking we were going “into space”. At least your poor boy’s mother understood and knew how to comfort him.
Being a former teacher, I’ve seen this happen more than once in children with autism. It’s quite a different understanding when you see it up close.
And the lines between fiction and reality blur more every day. I’ve said it many times, how are young kids supposed to sort it out? Good story based on real life.
Well, it all depends on where you are in your mental game. If you’re someone with autism, it may be harder. Or if you’re someone who has a predisposition to taking things at face value, same thing. It depends on how your wiring works.