ThatMakesMeCry...Week27

            As a younger child, I really don’t know what I was scared of, probably my brother. All because he was bigger than me, and honestly he was kind of a jerk to me. Like serious he picked on me all the time, but yet at the same he could be my little hero. But really by brother always towered over me, and could grab me and push me around. Plus he was really rather bossy. Like, very bossy and convincing. I did almost everything he asked.

            Of an item, I think I was really only scared of being without something. Not of something. I was always terrified of being without my blankey. I thought the world would practically end if I didn’t have that thing with me all the time. Also, when I was in the basement and I had to shut off all the lights, and yes I still do this to this day, I would sprint up the stairs as fast as I could always scared something was going to reach through the side of the rails and grab my ankles and make me fall and loose my teeth. After I got my braces off I had the fear of falling on the stairs and losing my teeth as well.