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Good stuff folks, its amazing how many childhood fears end up carrying over in some shape or form to adulthood no matter how ridiculous or silly. Still to this day manholes make me... well not really nervous I'm not sure I can explain it. Sure I don't avoid them or feel over come by fear but there is always that weird twinge of...something when ever I walk over one. Strange.
I thought of another on my walk home this evening. When I was a real youngin' (these are some of my earliest memories) my Mom had some 8 track that she played all the time. I can't for the life of me remember what it was but one of the songs had some sort of deep laughter or something to that effect that scarred the ever loving crap right out of me. If I heard the song before it playing I'd run as fast as could and hide anywhere that would block out the sound, I actually remember having dreams about it where I was sitting in the living and the song came on and I couldn't get away in time. I still sometimes wonder if I could track down a copy of whatever album it was and have a listen just for curiosity sake...
...and seriously what the hell was wrong with my Mom that she played it anyway knowing how much it freaked me out...wtf mom?
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