Monday, July 11, 2011
Did you know I was afraid of the dark?
Of course, I had the usual kid-fear of the monster under the bed. No limbs were ever allowed to hang over the edge of the bed, or remain uncovered. And I'm sure that a monster was living in the closet, so I had to always make sure the closet doors were closed. Because everyone knows that monsters can't open doors.
I didn't like swimming in water where I couldn't see the bottom either. And this was BEFORE the movie Jaws ever came out. I was simply sure that a large kid eating eel was lurking in the depths. In front of our house there was a pond that we used to swim in. In the summer, some hairy, stringy (killer) algae type stuff would grow and when you swam through it, it felt like tiny little fingers were grabbing you. Trying to pull you under. Forever. I'd get a huge running start and try to walk on water, over the stuff until I could sink in the "safe" water. But then the worries about the kid eating eel would set in. Lots of times, our dog Screwey would swim with me. That made me feel a little better. Except then, I got to worry about her 12" talons scratching me if she got too close
Speaking of water sports, when I was really small, my parents took us to Galveston. Or somewhere with a beach. I don't really remember this, but Mummy told me that I was in a panic when I was wading in the surf because I was afraid the crabsters were going to pinch me.
I wouldn't say I'm scared of worms but they do wig me out pretty badly. For some reason, when I look at a worm, my hiney cringes and I have an instant need to hurl. If I don't look away really fast, I WILL hurl. It doesn't matter if I'm at the White House, standing before the President and 27 dignitaries, if I see a worm and look too long at it, I'm gonna hurl. More than likely on their shoes.
I'll share one more fear with ya. Oh yes, I have thousands, but if I told you all of them, I'd have to kill you. So anyway, at certain times shrimp scare me. I love to eat shrimp. Love them!!! But once when I was starting out living on my own, I had some shrimp leftovers. I wasn't very schooled in the culinary arts, so I didn't know how long shrimp leftovers could be saved. I figured that since they were cooked, they'd last a good long time. I think I waited about a week and a half before I finished them off and when I did, I go horribly sick. The kind of sick where you throw up so much, you feel your toenails pass over your tonsils. I recall thinking that the shrimps were a bit slickery when I was eating them but hunger overruled sanity.