monsters outside my window

When I was a kid, like a legit 5 or 6 year kid…

My Dad, my hero, my “I want to be him when I grow up” guy…

I was such a sissy about what was outside my window. Then, in a flash of heroic dad-ness, my Pops would yell at the window and send all of those creepy monsters back to the swampy pits they crept from.

I’ll never forget how silly he looked, with both hands raised and shaking in his atrocious 90′s sweatshirt. But as a paranoid little kid, I needed his help.

Thanks Pop.

–RLB