A few months ago, I stumbled onto a childhood artifact. When I was 10 or 11, I had drafted a contract with the kid across the street forming a motion picture production company. Signing our names in crayon on cardboard, we vowed to save our allowances to buy a Super 8 camera and then start making monster movies. I remember devising scripts and perfecting my vampire makeup, while the kid next door practiced his wolf-man shuffle. For the life of me, however, I can't recall what we were planning to do with these films once we made them.

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