Photo Source: Flickr Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh! -Gertie,  E.T. the Extra Terrestrial  (1982)   In 1982, at five years old, I was a nervous little boy with a bleach blond bowl cut and large front teeth. My mother and father worked in a restaurant (Val, a waitress, and Karl, a cook) and we lived a simple life in a small, pale yellow duplex on a dead end in Hudson, New Hampshire. We had a giant backyard with a rusty old swing set, some woods I loved to wander in, and a little brook that I often...