Jaws changed things for me. I loved the movie, but it scared the daylights out of me. It occupied a significant chunk of real estate in my childish imagination, and did so for years. If a teacher gave me manila paper within moments it would be covered with crude scrawlings of the Chief Brody, Hooper, Quint and, of course, the shark. I was similarly obsessed with Star Wars, and sometimes, I’m ashamed to say, Darth Vader had to go head to head with the shark in my doodles.