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^That's a roof top, not a wall...
My first scare was when I was too young to remember I old I was. I want to say around 5 or 6. It wasn't a movie, but a commercial about drugs. They played some really freaky music, showed skinny and malnourished drug addicts, and skeletons--in particular, the skull. It was night time when I watched it so that made it worse since I was already scared of the dark. Well, everytime I looked at a skull I'm reminded of that commercial and the horrifying music. I didn't snap out of it until I was in my teens.
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Him: Ok, I have to ask, what do you believe?
Me: Shit happens.
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