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:
Basements
The dentist
Salmonella
Heights
Failure
Awkward phone calls
Small, enclosed spaces
Clowns
Nuclear waste
Botulism
Scabies
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.
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Posted for today’s Daily Prompt–a strange topic for Thanksgiving.
Bad Parenting 101 