As a kid, there were a lot of things i was afraid of..
i remember being at the circus with my grandpa and my dad, sitting at the top, and looking down on the performance.. there was a clown, a donkey, and a swing, i think. i remember the clown asking for a kid volunteer to come down and sit on the swing or something.. i sat at the top, and prayed to god the clown wouldnt see me, and pick me. i was so scared.
it wasnt the type of scary where they just look creepy [yeah, they did.. they still creep me out these days], but it was the scary where it feels like you could get attacked by them at any minute.. i thought if i went down there, theyd hurt me, and id never get to my family again.. it seems that as a child, i thought a lot...
every person, at some stage of their life had been scared of the dark. i was. incredibly scared, too. when i was little, id tiptoe around the house at night in light areas, and if it was a dark place in the house, id run through it. i used to be paranoid that there were intruders hiding under tables/chairs or in even darker places.. i never looked though. i was too scared..
this leads to another memory of something that happened much more recent.. maybe 1-2ish years ago.. you know how you hear these stories about people feeling as if someones tapping them in their sleep, and they wake up, and its noone? yeah.. well.. i was sleeping, and when i woke up in the middle of the night [noone was tapping me, or anything], i heard this sort of rustling sound right next to my ear. noone was there. my window was closed.. but this rustling sound was so close to me.. i had no idea.. i just froze up in bed. i didnt dare move. nothing. just in case...
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