Friday, October 31, 2014
what scares us
Today being Halloween, I thought of my childhood fears, and as a child what always scared me the most.
For me, I had several : Witches, strange noises, ghosts. But what really got me shivering with fright was CLOWNS.
I guess it was because as a child we had a creepy clown marionette. It was much like the one in the picture. My brother thrived on my fear of it, and would hang the dreaded thing over my bed and scare me with it. He would make a throaty sound and pretended it was talking to me. Another thing he would do was place it strategically in my closet and leave the door open, so I could see it from my bed/ I was forced to either hide under the covers, yell for my parents, or get up and slam the closet door shut.
I was so thankful for the the day that the strings broke and my mother finally threw the evil thing out.
But, I seemed forever scared by the puppet, and to this day I still find clowns of any sort incredibly creepy.
So, on this Halloween...I ask you what are some of your childhood fears?
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JUGM,
ReplyDeleteClowns are just creepy.......so are large dragon flies when they get into your doll house when you're a little girl.
Clowns are def. Creepy. A dragon fly in your doll house? Poor Sandy....
DeleteHappy fright nite to you and the family
ReplyDeleteto you and yours Rob. Hope it was a fun time for little Sammy
DeleteTo this day I dislike black cats... I have a tooth from one still embedded in my hand.
ReplyDeleteomg! a cat tooth in your hand...must hear that story one day.
Deletewe had a black female cat...the sweetest cat we have ever owned. Her name was "tootie sue"
Black shiny spiders are my fear. Others not so much, just the black ones.
ReplyDeleteYea I can concur with that too.
DeleteI was afraid of the dark. Used to hide under the blankets and make a little hole to breath through. Can't think why, now, but I remember wishing my dad would let me leave the door to my bedroom cracked, just a little, or let me leave a light on. No dice, though, he was a "deal with it" kind of guy.
ReplyDeleteI was afraid of the dark as well....my parents did not believe in nightlights, they thought it would teach insecurities..oh well.
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