NoBloPoMo prompt for today:
What was your biggest fear as a child? Do you still have it today? If it went away, when did your feelings change?
I honestly don’t remember having a biggest fear. When I was very small, I was afraid of three things:
- The barnacles on the trees in Everhart Park
My mother called them “Barnacles” but now I don’t think that is the correct term. They didn’t look like the barnacles I saw on Google images; they looked like this one:
Many of them grew on the tall old trees in Everhart Part, the magical park down the street from our house. I loved the park but was scared of the barnacles.
I was also afraid of the birds who made so much noise in the bushes outside of our house in the morning.
- My Aunt Babe
She was the wife of my father’s brother. She had dancing eyes, a quick wit, and a very large, loud laugh. It was the laugh that terrified me.
I grew out of all of these fears, and grew into more amorphous ones.
(“fear” from kmfineart)