Things That Scared Me Most as a Child
Inspired by @fred
- •GrassI legitimately would refuse to walk on grass when I was around the age of two. I stuck to that damn sidewalk like you wouldn't believe.
- •The I-Spy Spooky Night bookThe illustrations scared the heck out of me when I was like 4 or 5. My mom had to put it on a shelf in the laundry room up high where I couldn't see it, because I couldn't sleep knowing it was in the same room as me. Why did I even borrow it from the school library if it scared me so badly? We will never know.
- •BirdsOnce my dad found a birds nest on top of our garage. He lifted me up so I could see it and I was suddenly overcome with terror that the mother bird would know we found the nest. I had a nightmare that night that I still remember: I was lying in bed and I looked out the window and the sky was red and a black crow was at my window, pecking the glass angrily. I'm not afraid of birds anymore but I definitely was for a while as a kid.
- •A room in the basementIn my childhood home there was a big room in the basement that you could only get to through another room; the only thing was, it was built very oddly and so the entrance to the room was more like a hole in the cement wall. It felt like a cave and as I've already established I was not the sort of kid who would think "Whoa, cool!" Not me. I avoided that part of the basement like the plague.
- •KindergartenI was that kid who used to refuse, point blank, to get on the bus. I was not a happy camper. I think I just missed my mom a lot and was afraid to be away (until I was six, I was an only child who spent 100% of my time with my mom). I remember there was a book (what was it with me and books??) that was about a dinosaur who has to go to the dentist and it used to make me cry because I emphasized with this dino as he was also forced against his will to go somewhere.
- •ButterfliesFor a birthday I was given a net and a little box that you could keep insects in (I don't know what they're called). Anyway one day I caught a butterfly in my net and immediately felt terrified and full of regret as I was certain the butterfly would hate me and seek revenge. Why I thought butterflies were such homicidal and vengeful creatures, I have no idea. I ran back to the house and watched from the window as my dad went out and freed the poor thing. Still don't like butterflies though.
- •To sum it up, I was a perpetually anxious and easily frightened child with a very vivid imagination that somehow always leapt to the worst conclusion.