When I was eight, I wrote a story about an oversized chimpanzee that attacked our nation’s capital. The ape was relatively successful in its conquest, leveling much of the city, before it was felled by a rather supplied resistance…and an unfortunate fall from the Washington Monument.
Was I aware at the time I essentially copied “King Kong?” No, I was eight. And had not seen the movie by that point, but that’s neither here nor there. I was very creative in my youth.