When I saw today’s writing challenge theme “Fears,” my mind went down a bad path. Because there are deep and very dark fears I still face every day with my son and his health. But then I remembered yesterday’s theme, “Stress.” No stress here – not today. Today we are going to discuss fear… and childhood. And that isn’t stressful at all, is it?
When I was in first grade I lived in San Diego, CA. I will never forget one of the worst nightmares I ever had. I was walking down the street and saw that a human wolf was walking up the street on the opposite side. He saw me and startled… and then began THE CHASE.
I spun around and ran up the street as fast as I could go. Turning in towards my house I began to tear up the driveway and in to the open garage. I was only one door away from safety.
The human wolf was getting closer and closer as I reached the stairs. THAT was when my body went in to slow motion. And the wolf went in to fast motion. I began to fall so slowly that I never hit the ground as I felt the rush of the man wolf hit me. And then I woke up in a cold sweat, unable to breathe or call out to my mother.
THAT, my friends, is REAL FEAR.