The imaginary tiny fox that lived between my bed and the wall. My stuffed animals have been informed of this fact and warned to stay awake and watch out!
The music box Christmas angel that my mom took out every holiday season totally had it in for me. I was convinced that something horrible and irreparable is happening every time it slowly wound its way around, clinking out 'Silent Night.'
My story record about the squirrel who couldn't find where he buried his nuts. It prominently featured wind noises which terrified me to my tiny core. I remember feeling afraid even when I held the record sleeve in my hands.
The basement. For duh. However! Ours was rendered significantly more terrifying by the fact that the VCR's clock reflected into the window, creating the illusion of glowing greens eyes staring at you as you tore down the steps and across the linoleum to get to the light switch as fast as humanly possible.
The tall arborvitae that stood on either side of our front steps. They were huge and bushy and perfect for scary killers to hide behind. To complicate matters, our house light was motion sensitive, so you'd have to complete the long sprint up the sidewalk, leap up the steps (past the arborvitae housing monsters) and frantically wave your hand in front of the light before you were out of the dark.
Just to be clear: I'm still kind of afraid of those trees.
What wound you up as a kid?
Posted by Sarah Von
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
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