So today is the last day of Christine Rains' Childhood Fears Blogfest in honor of the release of her book, Fearless.
[So another day delay to telling you about my brief time away and family stuff... but believe me... I have several blogs on it, so you won't mind the delay]
Christine ASKS about our childhood monster...
|I'm too old for THIS scary santa story, but it's the right flavor.|
I was still sleeping in a crib and was in the bedroom in our duplex, which we moved out of when I was three... so I was probably in my 2s... it was a DREAM... a NIGHTMARE actually... of Santa popping up from behind my crib... only he was a puppet Santa... suggesting I hadn't actually SEEN Santa at that time... FURTHER suggesting it was BEFORE I was 2 ½, because we have a picture of me at 2 ½ SCREAMING BLOODY MURDER on Santa's lap... but probably my fear of going to see Santa stemmed from this fear of the TALK of going to see Santa which had led to this NIGHTMARE that is still totally vivid to me.... puppet Santa popping up behind my bed...
But my fear of Santa was short lived... probably only that season... and once I realized he BROUGHT TOYS all fear evaporated. It was replaced by what I believe is STILL one of the most common fears... In fact in another iteration, it is one I still have (and not unrelated to my silly Santa fear). The childhood version is FEAR OF THE DARK.
Because see... ANYTHING could be in the dark. Under the bed. In the closet. RIGHT THERE IN FRONT OF YOU ONCE THE LIGHTS GO OUT... Wolves, Frankensteins, mummies... CLOWNS!
|D'oh! And I forgot about my fear of basements!|
My fear of the dark lasted quite a while. I think I was seven or eight when I gave up the night light at last... About the time I fell in love with the 'spooking ourselves at parties' thing and learned to enjoy a little RUSH from my fear.
And I am STILL a little bit dubious of the unknown... but now it isn't unknown STUFF... new foods, new places... FABULOUS. I love a little stimulation from something I've never tried. NOW it is fear of not knowing how things will go. (and I want a career in writing?--yeah, but you saw the thing about the rush from the fear, right?)
Be sure to go see the other entries for Childhood Fears, too!