Hi Laurel - thank you for the prompts. I got a little lost after making my list and explored one of those fears a little further (fear of my younger siblings developing drug additions) and I wish I'd written the manual instead. For another 7 minutes, another time perhaps!
However, I did remember one particular childhood fear that was so juicy for me that I had to share. I'm looking forward to creating some IKEA instructions for my past self to follow sometime in the future.
"I am afraid of the dark, cold walk to the trashcan at night at my childhood home, where there is little light and bright green moss growing on asphalt. I typically didn't want to put on shoes so it’s cold and wet and sometimes I step on the odd rock or two that’s shaken loose from the black asphalt and it's hurts like a tiny traitorous lego. As soon as I threw the bag with a big whoosh into the rotting trashcan I sprinted back up the hill, around the corner, jumped onto the porch missing the steps, and ran inside."
This is amazing Cassidy. Sorry I missed it when you posted. I didn't have my alerts set up. I LOVE what you wrote. The specificity and sheer terror of childhood fears is profound!!!
Hi Laurel - thank you for the prompts. I got a little lost after making my list and explored one of those fears a little further (fear of my younger siblings developing drug additions) and I wish I'd written the manual instead. For another 7 minutes, another time perhaps!
However, I did remember one particular childhood fear that was so juicy for me that I had to share. I'm looking forward to creating some IKEA instructions for my past self to follow sometime in the future.
"I am afraid of the dark, cold walk to the trashcan at night at my childhood home, where there is little light and bright green moss growing on asphalt. I typically didn't want to put on shoes so it’s cold and wet and sometimes I step on the odd rock or two that’s shaken loose from the black asphalt and it's hurts like a tiny traitorous lego. As soon as I threw the bag with a big whoosh into the rotting trashcan I sprinted back up the hill, around the corner, jumped onto the porch missing the steps, and ran inside."
This is amazing Cassidy. Sorry I missed it when you posted. I didn't have my alerts set up. I LOVE what you wrote. The specificity and sheer terror of childhood fears is profound!!!
I wrote my list and then wrote the realities. Cannot find how to share.