luckily there weren't any

[urbaneninja]

As a child, I was uncommonly wary of pretty much everything. And by "wary," I mean terrified. Yes, I've mentioned my fear of the dark, but that's not so uncommon, is it? How about stickers? Or grass? Or doorbells

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[___swerve]

!! haha! It's the Filipino parents! Mine are almost the same way, I'm just glad I didn't take them seriously. Isn't it just LIKE them to turn around and ask "What are you so worried about anyway?".

"palsied fervor" I like that.

My mom says things like "turn off the bright light in the bathroom, you'll get cancer" or "don't wear that skirt! you'll get raped!" or "wear your slippers or you'll get varicose veins".

[urbaneninja]

yes! it IS just like them!

my girl cousins hear the skirt line all the time, but i just ignore my parents whenever the say it to me.

(jk)

my parents both wear slippers in the house, and i can tell who is approaching by the sound of the flapping. i've never found them comfortable, but now i'm going to be paranoid about having varicose vein...

[peppermintyy]

OOH!! I had a homemade mini-spear along with a bow to shoot it with when I was going through a phase where I thought I could hunt the squirrels and rabbits that lived behind our house.

I didn't live in fear though.. more like ignorance. I almost got ran over about once a week from riding the skateboard/skates down our inclined driveway which was conveniently located right after a curve. Never learned my lesson.. haha. The only thing my mom warns me about is driving.. she (and I as well).. have some weird feeling about an impending fatal car crash. morbid.

[urbaneninja]

haha, i had a homemade bow as well. in fact, that was my favorite outside pastime. i'd go out to the tree and cut a branch and lace it with a string of rubberbands. they never shot farther than i could throw the sticks i used as arrows, but it just looked so much cooler.

you can skateboard? super cool, chica.

[peppermintyy]

haha the only thing I could do was.. uh go straight and do that turn thing.. (and get run over by cars)

[blinking_light]

according to my intro to clinical biochem course, periods of high risk from drunk drivers are after lunch, early evening, and after midnight, on Thursdays and in October :-D

my mom didn't let my bro and i camp out in our backyard b/c she was worried about raccoons. now she just warns me about how boys lie and you shouldn't trust them.

[urbaneninja]

ooh, that's useful information, thanks!

your mom is a wise woman. them coons will smother you in your sleep, steal your skin to barter for acorns with squirels, and then use your scalp as a hat...

boys lie, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't trust them, haha

[mwittier]

I used to babysit on weekend nights when I was about 13, and I'd keep a thick glass Coke bottle in my hand all night, like a club. Once the parents came home early through a side door, and when they came into their family room I screamed like a huge girl and lobbed the bottle at them, putting a head-level dent in their wall.

Also, when I clicked on the link, I shrieked IT B-U-U-U-U-U-RNS!!! just for your amusement.

[urbaneninja]

hahaha, what on earth did they say about that? and wow, lucky you didn't actually hit them...

IT B-U-U-U-U-U-RNS!!! haha, yes, that is quite amusing =)

[mwittier]

They were actually very nice about it. Happily for them, I not only screamed like a little girl, I threw like one, too. They never fixed the wall though, which I found embarrassing; I used to check and see if it had been repaired. After that night, they told me I could watch TV in the living room instead of the basement family room, where I had been. The living room was infinitely less scary and I could even see my house out the front window.

They had lots of good dirty books, which is why I liked babysitting for them. I'm pretty sure that their kid grew up to be gay, because he used to tell his parents all the time (in front of me, which was pretty mortifying) that he thought that I was really pretty and that he was going to marry me when he grew up. They thought it was funny.

I really hated babysitting because I was so terrified the entire time. On a couple of occasions, I freaked myself out so bad that I grabbed the poor sleeping kid and ran with him in the dark to my house. God, I was a shitty babysitter.

[wystel]

uh, fearful child? I couldn't sleep for years because once my cousin told me ants crawled in your ears and would eat your brain (every prickle of the skin was an ANT!!!), my best friend would tell me ghost stories (your doll cries blood and wants to kill you in the night), the sound of my own heartbeat was actually the footsteps of a steadily approaching faceless man (that one I came up with on my own), etc etc etc. I was the most gullible person on the planet, and once you got me started, I would obsess over them for years.

[urbaneninja]

WOW, those are FREAKY stories...if i had heard those as a kid, i'd have crapped my pants like twice a night. they're so...graphic and creepy.

for me, it wasn't that i was gullible, so much that my imagination could easily creep me out. even if i didn't think those things would actually happen, just the thought of them would be enough to send me huddling beneath the covers.