Once I was only about three and a half feet tall. It was then that monsters were at once fascinating and horrible and fearsome. Debating whether or not they existed was not even moot: they might. After all, with the exception of safe rides in a car, I had only explored our block back at Travis AFB on my tricycle.
There are monsters. They are among us, work at jobs, raise children.
Where, in this picture, is the monster?