Even my dad who was rarely present, supported the idea, not knowing that he was my role model, whether he liked it or not, and whether he was good to us or not.
Then my teacher in school supported the idea too, insisting that we all choose our role models the next the class, and the better be not our parents -- I didn't get it why elders didn't want our role models to be the mom and dad of every family.
Anyways, being quirky and commercially incorrect as I was as a kid, I chose Tim Burton.
I mean, if there was to be a role model, it would be him. Every movie Tim Burton produced or directed messed with spongy gelatin in my brains in a way that I appreciates much.
I started with Beetljuice, then landed on Edward Sissorhand, and then I was enslaved by his movies.
Of course, my teacher, she didn't know who Tim Burton was, so I thought I start by showing her a picture of Timmy. She freaked out, seeing Tim's uncombed hair and out of this world stare in the nowhere. I wondered if she would have a heartattack if she had seen Edward Sissorhand, my idol at the time.
Being laughed at in the class, and taunted by the teacher, I went home and told my mom and showed her the picture. Her reaction was no different than the teacher.
"What does this man do again?" she wondered with suspicious eyes.
"Make movies! mom." I said. "You want to see Beetljuice?"
Surprisingly, my mom agreed on watching Beetljuice. I guess she did form the stand point of parental control.
But then she loved it. She L.O.V.E.D it.
And the term Beetlejuice has become a secret code between me and her whenever we have unwanted guests. And she saw every Tim Burton movie since.
Yesterday she called me from miles away, making sure I will see Dark Shadows. I am almost thirty now, and I love Tim Burton and my mom.
My name is Cameron Jace, I am author of the upcoming Grimm Diaries series' first book Snow White Sorrow.
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