Thursday, February 25, 2010

Fear...

When I was little, I was deathly afraid someone was always watching me. After my parents would tuck me into bed, I would immediately hide under the covers. When the lights were out, I swear I could see a big, glowing eye ball on my wall. I would always make sure to go right to sleep instead of staying up and watching T.V. or going out to the kitchen and sneaking a bedtime snack, just to ensure that I wouldn't get yelled at. One morning when I woke up, I told my mom what I saw and she thought I was crazy, but I thought I was being on surveillance by the FBI or something. I huffed back into my room and looked at the wall (hoping to find a big hole where a camera might be placed at nighttime) but I never found anything. My door also always had to be open. I guess thats another fear; being trapped. It didn't matter what the situation was. It could be drowning, riding an elevator, or even a practice tornado drill at school. I dreaded any situation where I felt like I couldn’t get out. Just the thought of being captured or held against my will, to this day, makes me shiver.