I don’t remember exactly how I fell in love with storytelling. Perhaps it was because I was read to as a child — a lot. Editing is a different story. I first touched an Avid in 1999 as a summer intern in the creative services department at McDonald’s (yes, that one), and was hooked. I returned to Ball State University and would spend nights in the college editing bays, cutting anything I could, powered by Cherry Coke and Hostess frosted honey buns. […]
I grew up in Santa Clarita during the 1970s. In my early teens, I’d go to work with my dad, Leonard Kroll, who, at the time, was the head of post-production at 20th Century-Fox. […]
In 1966, there were worse places to grow up than Iowa. My hometown, Marion, was a ten-minute bus ride from Cedar Rapids with its department stores, book and record shops, and three movie houses. […]
Growing up in the small California towns of Norco and Corona, my days were filled with staying active outdoors — hiking, road trips, camping, roller skating and bike rides with my younger siblings. […]
Igrew up in a little town in the middle of California called Atascadero, which loosely translates to “mud hole.” My hippie parents and I lived on a small ranch where my chores were feeding the sheep, pigs and chickens we raised. This was not a job I enjoyed. […]
Growing up in Tucson in the late ’70s and ’80s, I enjoyed cartoons. Some I learned were originally Japanese produced and were re-picture-edited, re-dubbed and re-marketed to US audiences. Later, I got an idea that I wanted to be a part of this — and create better-sounding — animation. […]
When I was born and raised in the west San Fernando Valley in the late 1950s; television was black-and-white, radio was mono and AM radio channel KHJ with “The Real Don Steele” was the coolest thing. […]
I grew up in a small town on the East Coast, maybe 1,000 people, tops. Not too much to do at night, but great for a kid; we pretty much had the run of the town. […]
It all started when I was four years old. I was being forced against my will to eat the most vile of all beans, the dreaded lima. In protest, I made a film starring my cabbage patch dolls to illustrate the grossness of the bean. Okay, you might ask, how does a four-year-old make a movie? With her father as camera operator, of course! I lined up the dolls, instructed my dad to set up our trusty VHS camera, and told him to start rolling. […]
by Kurt Kassulke, CAS Growing up in Minnesota, I was the son of a doctor mom and stepdad, and a […]
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