I just barely read the NMH's blog(good job, Andrew) and I decided to make a top ten list of my worst fears. As an impressionable 12 year old with a VERY overactive imagination, I've developed a condition that I like to call wussies' syndrome.
10. Dark streets
I have a friend that lives around the corner. We like to hang out a lot, but he prefers it at night. So I have to make the 1 minute sprint through the dark to his house. No matter what, I always imagine some sort of fiend jumping around a corner and eat me.
9.Clowns
I hate clowns. I just do.
8. Murderers
At night, I imagine a man with a knife (knives are so much scarier than guns) jumping out of my closet.
7.Closed showers
There are three showers in my home. My parents have a glass shower each, one upstairs, one in the basement. But the one for the kids is an old fashioned, creaky shower. I keep thinking about a man with a sharpened kitchen utensil stabbing me right when I get shampoo in my eyes.
6. Dark, weird creatures of any kind.
My mind makes up all these. They pretty much exist in the basement. Usually brown and 7 feet tall.
5.Psycho killers.
Like murderers, but insane.
4. Oceans
I just don't like them, especially when they're deep.
3. Orcas
I mean, Shamu's cute, but seriously? These things are killing machines!
2. Sharks
Worse than Orcas. I think they're scarier in a lake setting.
1. Ghosts
Invisible, invincible, and sometimes angry.
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When I was in 6th grade, one of my best friends lived down the street and I would often go home from her house when it was dark. I had to sprint and my heart was racing because I was sure someone was going to start chasing me.
I got goosebumps just thinking about that. Thanks a lot, Ethan. :)
Come up and visit me and I'll convert you to the love of the Pacific ocean. Ask your dad about the time he ran down the hill at Ecola State Park and right into the ocean and found all these huge crabs in the water and just picked them right up, fearless Forrest. It was AWESOME.
Ethan - You are a great writer. Some day when the NMH is old and wrinkled, has shrunk down to only 6'3 and is drinking prune juice, you will be his heir apparent!
XO
Grandma Sweat
dats funny i agree with #1 lol =)
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