Thankfully, I outgrew my fear of escalators, because I had to ride them endlessly to entertain my small children on rainy days.
I still a harbor a garden variety of phobias, however:
Awkward phone calls
Small, enclosed spaces
Teratoma with teeth, or hair, or partially formed limbs, for that matter
I don’t spend much time thinking about any of the above, though.
Lately, my biggest fears–and hopes–are for my children and what may lie ahead for them.
It’s a big, crazy, amazing world.
Posted for today’s Daily Prompt–a strange topic for Thanksgiving.