THE Lowly Peon

childhood fears (II)
17 August 2009, 12:12am

when i was a small child, there were lots of things that scared the hell out of me. some of these have lingered up until my young adult life, while others sort of fizzled out when i realized that people make a lot of stuff up (the easter bunny, santa, god, etc)

• getting shampoo in my eyes — i have memories of getting what was probably a tiny bit of shampoo in my eyes, freaking out, and calling my mom into the bathroom, as if i was dying, so she could make it all better. naturally, she only told me to rinse it out, but somehow, that was enough to make me feel better.
• clogging someone else's toilet — this is still a very strong fear for me. which is why i only do my business in a very select group of toilets. somehow, i never worried about clogging our second floor toilet. i guess because i knew someone else would take care of it if i did.
• forgetting my homework — the first time i forgot my homework was in fourth grade. i cried like a baby because ms crimmons gave me a yellow card.
• dehydration — probably more than death.
• our basement — this is still true for parts of our basement. houses don't make noises. (note: i tried to find a video of when kevin mcallister went to his basement, but couldn't find it)
• my recurring johnny rebeck nightmare — oh man, did this dream scare me to death. gwynnie even made a story board of the dream. curses to the rockelettes for teaching me that blasted song when i was so young
• opening a door and getting sucked into a wall of fire — note to self: do not let wackmo homposon watch backdraft until he's at least 10.
• rehydrated nazis — who isn't scared of rehydrated nazis? apparently, when i was really young, i watched a movie (i actually think it was batman from 1966) that i shouldn't have. remember those dinosaur sponge toys that grew when you added water? yeah. well. imagine how much scarier they'd be if they were nazis.
• forgetting my shoes at home after wearing my snow boots to school — we lived only a few blocks away from school, so we walked every day. i had to come prepared to dig snow forts at recess, so i wore all my snow gear to school. we weren't allowed to wear our boots in the classroom, and somehow i always forget my shoes. so i had to walk, shamefully, down the hallway with the big cloud or sun at the end (to tell us if recess was indoor or outdoor), to the office to call my mom. i tried so hard not to cry. the nice ladies all knew me, and they knew why i was there. i called my mom, strong, holding back, and said "mom," and then the tears started, "i forgot my shoes."