www.ScreenplayClass.com Soon after my sister was born, we stopped at a diner and there was a little kitten that had been thrown out of a car. I was 8. I picked the kitten up, which you could fit in the palm of my 8-year-old hand, and I went into the store and I said, “Excuse me, but I think you’ve lost your kitten.” And the person behind the counter said, “No, no, no someone threw it out of a car. They do that all the time.” And I’m like, “Well, so here’s another one.” They go, “Uh-uh, we don’t do that.” I said, “You’re going to let it die?” and they said, “Well, if we save one, we have to save all of them.” I think that was the end of my innocence. But I went outside and held the cat. And when my parents came out I decided I was not leaving without the cat, which caused a huge fight with my parents. But I said I was willing to stay and starve with the cat and they weren’t going to make me come. And it was just huge. Finally my mother relented and my father had to give in of course and I got to keep the cat, whose name was Edmund. He was with me for 18 years, and so I would say that at that moment, even as a child, I really didn’t care if they took me. Maybe it wasn’t brave but it was exhilarating to know something was more important than I was. I think that the principal that you would let an animal starve when you had food was so horrifying to me that for me to get my parents to not do that was a way of getting back at all the people at that diner.Marilyn Horowitz, the

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