After that list of things, you must be wondering how this psycho-child managed to grow up and learn how to read and not drool and whatnot. Well, I did, obviously. When I was thinking of my childhood fears, it was the odder ones that stood out in my memory. I had other much more normal (or at least more common) fears as well: balloons (popping them), beds (underneath them in the dark), boys (big ones on the playground), children (other kids freaked me out at times), closets (in the dark), clowns, the dark, dogs (large ones), dying, geese, god (not god, but that I would grow up and find out that the god I’d been taught about wasn’t real), grasshoppers (crawling inside my clothing), horses (I don’t care what people say, those super-intelligent eyes rolling around in their heads freak me out), insects (the biting kinds – bees / wasps / hornets / horseflies), kidnappers, ladies (old), mannequins, mould, the ocean, rock ‘n roll music (I worried that it would put my soul in danger, because my religious upbringing made me think weird shit), Satanists, slivers, snot (other kids’), spankings (my parents were not physically abusive – I think I received two short spankings during my whole childhood), swing sets (the creaky kind – two friends and I toppled one over once, and I got a bloody cut on my leg), teeth (losing them), throwing up, tulips, water beetles, wet things (things that were mysteriously wet when I expected them to be dry), and so on and so on. What did you fear as a child?
Quote of the day: “…[M]eeting people out in the wild is a risky proposition…” (Christian, 32, from his Friendster testimonial).