Childhood fears

I have some childhood fears. One is strange, but true.

Lawnmowers. I don't know what's wrong with me. It's not because it's a somewhat hard chore to do as a kid when living in Florida, especially in the summers, but from the bad things I've heard about.

My grandfather had his leg ran over by a lawnmower. Son of Bitch went through hell and back shooting shit out of tanks in World War II, and he almost dies from a freaking John Deere.

Then my cousin. He was cutting the grass and his leg slipped through a bee's nest. Guy got his leg all stung up like a billion times and almost died.

Finally, when I lived with my stepmother, she told me tales of her genius father who worked with Einstein on the Manhattan project. The guy was so spaced-out at times, that he would stare up into the clouds while cutting the grass. Ran over all sorts of shit. Live shit.

So now when I'm trying to go to sleep at night, my thoughts somhow shift to lawnmowers, either by thinking of these people that have these lawnmower connections, or if I'm taking a nap and I hear a lawnmower going on a killing spree in my neighborhood.

The worst part, and I don't know how to connect this to anything, but the fear has reached my penis. I have this fucked up fear of a lawnmower chopping my dick off. WTF.

Charles Manson.

In sixth grade, a bunch of kids in my class, we read Helter Skelter. For about a year, I'd look around at night to see if some homicidal freak was crawling through the house. Didn't matter that Manson was locked up. Didn't matter that The Family would have all been in their 40s and 50s and that breaking in and crawling around houses stabbing people with forks is a young psycho's game. Didn't even matter that we lived 1,000 miles from LA.

To this day, I'm not scared by horror movies or Steven King books. Not compared to the real shit that real people do.

I thought some guy was under my bed scratching away with a knife, I always had to check. Its because this girl told me a story about an escaped mental patient who did this. I think its a pretty generic story.

Here's the stuff I've been getting from people; Shots, tornados, drowning, giant worms, vomiting....and blood.

I've got some great stuff compiled about childhood fears, I just don't know what to do with it. I'm having a harder time than I thought working out this assignment.

Everything I try writing comes out bland.

Is anyone else having trouble?

I like the assignment as well, although its tough, like the first one. CP seems to demand we reveal ourselves and that is never easy, at least not for me, and so I grieve over each word.

Remember, we have to write about our own childhood fears, even after the research. Ugh.

crossing streets- dont ask me why.

monkeys- they carry diseases and are humanlike and screech and they bite and... oh now im scared

Half man half animal stuff-- The Island of Dr. Moreau- to this day I am terrified that a monkey man beast is watching me when I sleep.

[QUOTE=inkwell]Charles Manson.

In sixth grade, a bunch of kids in my class, we read Helter Skelter. For about a year, I'd look around at night to see if some homicidal freak was crawling through the house. Didn't matter that Manson was locked up. Didn't matter that The Family would have all been in their 40s and 50s and that breaking in and crawling around houses stabbing people with forks is a young psycho's game. Didn't even matter that we lived 1,000 miles from LA.

To this day, I'm not scared by horror movies or Steven King books. Not compared to the real shit that real people do.[/QUOTE]

my grandpa has the crime scene photos of the sharon tate murders.. that was Charles Manson right?

EDIT: I'm a super hero and Ive never been scared of anything.

Those fucking little fish that can swim up your urethra and then lodge themselves in. The only way to get them out is surgery.

[QUOTE=TheJudasCow]crossing streets- dont ask me why[/QUOTE]

That's a childhood fear of mine that is still around...

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* Balloons scared me to death, their epidermis resembling texture, and their frailty, the sound they made when they exploded… I can touch them now, but it took me sometime to do so.

* Also monkeys & apes, because of King Kong…

* Old ladies who grabbed my cheeks and smelled like a hospital at night

* Blonde boys (whom I adore now)

I have a childhood fear of salad dressing

when i saw it and smelled it i would run to the bathroom and hide, and sometimes i would puke. Something about the smell of it and the way it looks when its poured on a salad it just always freaked me out.

I still wont touch it or look at it.

ok would it make you feel better if you watched the episode of myth busters when they find out those suction cup things suck and are nearly imposible to climb much of anything thats not glass without having a huge motor to create a strong enough vacum to hold a persons body weight.

[QUOTE=S`qarr;259189]Going up or down stairs with a dark area at the bottom.[/QUOTE]

Exactly. I was getting fine at it too until I read House of Leaves.

Clowns

Dangling a foot or hand over the side of the bed and fearing someone from under the bed would grab it.

Heights.

I was deathly afraid of two things

1. Elevators
and 2. Being buried alive

I was always afraid of having dreams of the sea, being alone under water, with mutated fish trying to eat me. I cringe just writing this.

[QUOTE=Thag;927779]Good thread.

Witches. I had nightmares every night for a good few years.[/QUOTE]

boy i had a fucked up dream about some witch the other night
woke up sweating my ass of and shivering from it
I'm still trying to put the whole thing into words

I also have a fear that at night ESPECIALLY when im alone im gonna turn a corner in my house and see a ghost walk past a hallway or see a ghost standing in my window.

The most scared a movie has EVER made me, was the part in "the sixth sense" when the kid with the shotgun hole in his head just randomly casually walked past the screen.

Officially from that point on my fear was born